#he's still freaked out from his few minutes back Home (with his hag mom)

[heybiji]

That causes Dande’s resolve to soften somewhat...

[skytimil]

Want it forever |Bakugou Katsuki

A/N: hii! Here I am with yet another Bakugou scenario lmao. I really play favorites, don’t I? ok this was a burst of inspiration I had yesterday at midnight, and even though I was half asleep, I just though the idea was so adorable I had to write it down. I hope you enjoy.

Words: 2.6K

Genre: fluffiest fluff possible

Warnings: swearing (because Bakugou), characters are adults, AND FINALLY beware of your heart, because you may pass out because of the adorableness in this.

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Walking up and down in the kitchen, you were making sure if not only the food you were preparing was good, but also if the decor and plating looked decent. They were Bakugou’s parents after all and you were meeting them for the first time. Katsuki’s mom had insisted to have dinner at their house, but Katsuki knew how nervous you were going to be, so he arranged something in his apartment. He was supposed to cook, but you said you’d do it, because you want to cause a good first impression.

You and Katsuki had been dating for almost a year, but both your hero jobs were so exhausting, you still hadn’t met his parents, even though he met yours already, a couple months ago.

So, now, with your cooking skills to the test, you prepare dinner with the most care you’ve ever cooked something before, while you had Bakugou help you out with the table.

“You have seen this table at least one hundred fucking times. The fork won’t change place while you’re not in here.” He complains when he sees you aligning the cutlery for the last time, after you turned off the oven.

You wipe your hands to the apron you have on, taking it off and put it in its place, flashing a deadly look to your boyfriend afterwards.

“You know very well I want to make a good impression.” You state crossing your arms over your chest.

“I just don’t think that the form how I display my cutlery is going to make them hate you.” He voiced, raising an eyebrow at you. “I know you’re nervous, but I really think they’ll love you.” He says softly, walking up to you.

“I said I’m not nervous.” You retaliate, looking to the plate in front of you instead of looking at him.

“Clearly.” He voices as he stops in front of you.

“What if... it’s just... what if they don’t like my seasoning?” You utter, letting your arms fall to your sides.

“I think the seasoning is amazing, babe.” The blond assures you kissing the tip of your nose while placing his hands softly on the sides of your arms. Bakugou could be a literal sweetheart once he knew you were really nervous. He knew that was not much he could do about the situation unless trying to ease you up a bit and even though he can’t really express through words, he’d try his best to help you feel more relaxed.

“Thank you.” You smile to his gesture, looking at him in the eyes. “I love you.”

“So do I, you idiot.” He answers with blushed cheeks and leans in to close the gap between your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

The bell interrupts your little loving moment, remembering your brain to freak out again.

“Calm down, they’ll love you. I just know they will.” He states, planting a last kiss on your forehead and guiding you both to the hallway.

Bakugou opens the door and two smiling figures stand facing you, making your nerves ease a little bit. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” His mom, Mitsuki, advances to enter the house and give you a tight hug, to which you respond the same way. “You have no idea how long we’ve been tearing Katsuki’s patience to meet you!” She looks at you with a big smile. “You are so pretty, how did you end up with this hot headed?” The question makes you giggle and blush at the compliment.

“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to meet you as well.” You answer still a little nervous and a little unsure of how to act in front of them.

“What the hell are you saying, old hag. Did you forget you’re in my house?” Katsuki interrupts, taking a step in.

“Hello, Y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” Masaru stepped inside the house as well, while his wife and son were having what seemed like a typical quarrel in the background.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugou.” You smile at the nice man in front of you. His voice and smile were so calm, it almost made your worries go away.

You all enter the kitchen and they start to take their places at the table while you put the dish you prepared in the middle, the good smell of it spreading through the room.

“I made dinner and I hope it’s up to your taste.” You smile as you take your place next to Katsuki.

“Did this damn son of mine made you cook?! That’s not how I raised you, Katsuki!” Mitsuri glares at her son’s direction, making you quickly intervene, before the man next to you explodes and starts another fight with his mom.

“No, no, I insisted to be me. I wanted to.” You smile at them, receiving two proud smiles back.

“It smells amazing, dear.” Masaru voices, taking the smell in. “Can I?” He motions to the big spoon as of asking permission to fill in the plates.

“Of course!”

Masaru takes Mitsuri plate, putting it agin in front of her, now full. You couldn’t help but think of how adorable the action was, and compare it to your boyfriend, who’d do it all the time as well. He really is a good soul like his father. After they’re both served and Bakugou serves your plate as well as his, you all begin to eat and you wait for any type of reaction from the people in front of you.

“Oh dear!” Mitsuri exclaim, making you look at her and anticipating an answer. “This is really good!” She smiles at you. “You need to tell me how you made this.”

With the biggest smile on your face, the night continues with a pleasant atmosphere, good food, good company and good conversation. Your boyfriend’s parents were two of the nicest people you’ve ever met, and that made you finally and totally open up to them.

You’ll certainly have many more dinners like this one, you were going to be part of the family after all.

The hours flew by at such speed, when you notice you were saying goodbye to his parents and waving as they rush to the elevator and escape from the cold hallway from the building. Bakugou closes the door and smiles at you.

“Very nervous at the beginning weren’t you?” He smirks, looking at you directly, making you blush.

“Shut up.” You look away, a smile creeping your lips. “They were amazing.” You give in, smiling at him.

“I told you they’d love you.” He walks to you, hugging your figure and he places his chin above your head. You close you eyes, hugging him back and place you face over his chest, inhaling his sweet caramel scent.

You stay like that for a few minutes, appreciating each other’s presence, until you have to break the moment.

“I should really go home... It’s late.” you inform, not letting go of him.

“Stay here tonight.” He proposes, making you look at him.

“You want me to stay?” You ask in a charming voice.

Bakugou’a cheeks turns a light shade of pink when he nods. “I mean, you just met my parents, it’s pretty much official.”

“Official? I thought we were already official.” You state a little confused. All of your friends knew you were dating each other, so his words were a making you genuinely confused.

“I mean... not like that... I meant... for life.” He stutters, looking away.

You stare in confusion until you finally understand what he means and a wave of happiness rushes through your entire body, making you smile amazingly bright.

“Katsuki is that... is that your way of asking me to marry you?” You ask in a happy tone you could not contain. At the moment Bakugou notices there’s no hesitation from your part, he looks at you, all the nerves going away from his body.

“Do you want to marry me?” He questions you, looking you in the eyes. Oh those loving eyes he has only for you.

“Of-fucking course I do.” You answer and without any second waste, you bring your lips to clash with his in a passionate kiss.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a ring. The idea just popped into my head and I had to ask you, I didn’t even prepare nothing-“ he blurts, worrying about how your idea perfect propose of engagement would be far away from the one he just did to you.

“Do you really think that’s important?” You interrupt him, taking his face in your hands. “I don’t need any fancy set ups, food, balloons or candles. I really just need you.” You smile lovingly to the man in front of you, receiving another smile back. “I just can’t believe you want to spend your life with me... that feeling alone is enough to surpass anything you’d ever prepare me.” That’s why you were so perfect for him. He hated to do those corny things all couples do and you don’t really feel the need of him to come out of his comfort zone to know that he loves you. He shows you that every day, by doing the simplest things, or making the simplest gestures. He was much more a man of action than a man of words, so he’d often caress your arm while you’re in the couch together watching a movie, or pull you in for an exhilarating and breathtaking kiss. That was Bakugou’s way, and that was all you needed.

Bakugou’s stomach is involved by a feeling of at least a dozen butterflies, all fluttering their wings. That’s the feeling of spending the rest of his days with you.

“Spending my life with you...” he mutters under his breath, making you look at him, which causes the butterflies to start fluttering even more. He loved your eyes and the way that that little twinkle in them is shown for him and for him alone. He shoots you a smirk, placing his of his hands on your hip and the other on your cheek, bringing you closer to him. “I love how that sounds, so damn much.” He pulls you into another kiss filled with passion, desire of being with you. The feeling was overwhelming, just like the way you felt about each other. You complete one another, and being together, starting a family, has no other feeling that wasn’t absolute certainty. Both of you were certain that the person in front of your was the one. You were made for each other.

Bonus:

Bakugou had been standing, staring at the front door for far too long. You were inside, probably organizing all of your things because you had just moved in. He wanted to help you, of course, but you used your day off and he had no one to fill in for him at the agency, so he had no choice. You, of course, told him that it was okay, you could very well take the boxes from your old apartment to his, because he had helped you to pack your things before, so a third of it was done.

But Bakugou was at the front door now, he came home from work and he finally has it. He got a call while he was working, and after he was finished, he went to pick up the little box at the store. He was so nervous, even though he had done this before. Why was he so nervous? Fucking damn it. He swears in his head, gathering some courage and he takes the key out to open the door to his, now, shared apartment with you. Just that feeling itself is overwhelming, making his hands start to sweat a little bit more.

“I’m home.” He announces after closing the door and he takes his shoes off, placing them in the little cabinet at the entrance, leaving his keys at the top of the furniture as well.

“Welcome home!” He listen your excited voice, and hears you pace down to the hallway. Before you enter is field of vision, Bakugou places his hand above his pocket, so he can feel the little box in there again, making sure it had not somehow escaped and make that another thing for him to worry about. But no, the box was still there, quietly. Like boxes do. Could you blame him though? He was so nervous.

However, the moment you appeared at the end of the hallway, smiling your way into is heart all over again, all his insecurities, nerves and worried dissipate. This was right.

Bakugou smiles as you throw yourself in his arms, putting your legs around his body.

“Hey there hero, didn’t know I had ordered such a catch.” You play, smirking at him.

Bakugou laughs, gently placing his lips on yours, finally feeling you after a long day. “Don’t be a brat.”

“Oh please that’s why you love me.” You kiss his cheek, going to the floor. “How was your day?” You ask, as you both make your way back to the living room, where you were surrounded by, at least, half a dozen boxes, some of them were open, but still filled with things.

“A little exhausting, but you know I like it.” he responds, looking at all the mess. “How was yours?”

“Well, I officially left my old apartment.” You announce happily. “Gave the keys back to my landlord after six times going in there for boxes.” You laugh at the end, looking around you. “These are the last ones.”

Bakugou takes in the view of your things mixed with his, making his heart swell in happiness. At that moment, your smiling face was all that mattered to him.

Without giving it much thought, Bakugou gets down on one knee, taking the little black velvet box from his pocket, opening it in front of you, making you look at him and leave the moving boxes alone.

Still processing the entire moment, your eyes land on a beautiful silver ring, making you gasp, taking your hands to your mouth. “Katsuki that’s.... beautiful.” You breathe out, looking to the man in front of you, who’s beauty could surpass any ring he’d ever bought you.

“I know I’ve asked this, but I want to make it official-official.” He starts, looking you in the eyes, as if watching all of you. “I want to spend all of my life with you. You bring me hope, peace and quiet, when you’re not being a brat,” that makes you chuckle a little, and even though you want to reply to that particular comment, you let him finish, because you know this must take a tool on him to speak up his feelings like this. “-You brought me the happiest moments in life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want you forever.” He takes a break to breath in. “Will you marry me?”

And right there in the messiest living room, you respond to the love of your life with a promise of a lifetime. “I will, Katsuki. I want to marry you, I want to spend all of my days with you, and make memories with you. I want you forever as well.” You whisper the last part, only for him to hear, even if the only people in the room were you two. You shoot him a smile, watching as he gets up and takes the little silver metal from the box and places it on your finger.

“Looks perfect on you.” He whispers, smiling at you.

“I love you.” You lean in to kiss his lips one more time.

“I love you, you idiot.” He breathes, taking your lips in his, matching perfectly, as it always has been and as it always will be. Forever.

[tellatennie]

Bakugou x Soulmate!Reader

Hi! This is my first Tumblr post! Not my first time writing but it wont be as awesome as everyone else on Tumblr but I hope you like it! Im still figuring some mechanics of Tumblr out first so let me know if I mess any technical stuff up :)

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SOULMATE AU: Reflecting in the mirrors is the appearance of your soulmate 

(Y/N): age thirteen

”mommmm can you come here for a minute?” I call out of the open bathroom door. I’m freaking out. I looked in the mirror one second and it was fine then the next moment it’s reflecting a boy with spiky ash colored hair and not me. 

“Yes sweetheart?” My mom said walking next to me. “Who's....that” I say; pointing at the mirror. She smiles at me.

”Is it not you?” I shake my head. “Then that’s your soulmate” I look up at her. “My... soul..mate?”  She crouches down to meet my very short height. 

“You see, everyone has someone that’s perfect for them. Someone that you can be best friends with and hopefully marry” She stands up and looks in the mirror. “Everyone that has a soulmate sees that person in the mirror instead of themselves. I see your father, and your father sees me.” I make an o shaped mouth and nod. 

“So my soulmate sees me in their mirror?” I ask. She nods. I glance back to the mirror and leave the bathroom. 

Meanwhile, about a 30 minute drive away (No POV) 

”What the HELL” A young boy yells. 

“Language!” His mom screams. “WHY THE HELL IS THERE A PERSON IN MY MIRROR” He heard his mom stomp up the stairs. “What are you blabbering about?” She glared at him from the doorway. 

“There’s a fucking person in the mirror” He deadpans to his mother. She squeals and runs over and hugs him. “Wha- GET OFF ME YOU OLD HAG” She smiles at him and smacks him upside the head. “That’s your soulmate!”

”..my whAT?” She explains to him the details of having a soulmate without yelling more than 3 times. (Sorry, I'm lazy) The boy somewhat glares at the mirror as his mom leaves.

”Stupid fuckin system makin that extra my “soulmate”” he mumbles to himself while walking away.

BRRRINNGGG BRRRINNGG (Your POV)

I groan and hit my alarm clock. Today was the first day of school at U.A and I did not want to get out of bed. I slumped the top of my body and slowly slid off my bed onto the floor (we have all done that) I get dressed into my uniform and walk into my bathroom. I stare at the ‘reflection’ of the once young boy that turned into a handsome young man that you call your soulmate. I figured he was about the same age as me but I could always be wrong. My mom has to do my hair every morning due to me not being able to see myself anymore other than pictures. 

After she did my hair I bid her farewell and walk out the door, excited for what the first day of school will bring.

I stare at the somewhat H shaped building. My jacket hood pulled over my head, I walk into the school and search for my classroom. I made a few friends during the entrance exam, like Kirishima, Mina, and Ochaco. So at least I knew I would have friends.

I walk into my designated classroom and immediately get tackled by Mina. 

“(Y/N)!” I let out a laugh and pat her back to get off me.

”Hey Mina, can’t breathe” She got off of me and backed up whilst I stood up. I eye around the room and spot the people I saw at the exams. My gaze falls on a blonde guy sitting with Kirishima and a yellow haired boy. I remove my gaze and look for my seat but Im FrEaKiN oUt DuDeS. 

Oh right next to him that’s great 

Why am I freaking out? You probably guessed (*cough* since this is a cheesy oneshot*) . It’s the same exact boy I have seen in my mirror for the past 2 and a half years. I sit down at my seat and try not to look too much in that direction. Hoping the crimson eyes I constantly had stared into, didn’t land on me. 

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)! Nice to see you got in this class too!” 

God damn it Kirishima

I turn my head to him and smile “Hey Eijiro! Nice to see you too” He stands from his sitting position off the desk. 

“This is Denki Kaminari” He pointed at the yellow haired boy “And this is Katsuki Bakugou” He leaned in slightly and whispered “Be careful around him, he’s a hot head” The blonde boy shot up. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?” The boy glanced at me and then back to Kirishima. I see him do a double-take at me and blink slightly. He quickly regains his *terrible* posture and crosses his arms and glares daggers at Kirishima.

"This is (Y/N) (L/N) by the way" He added, acting like he didn't just get screamed at. I smile slightly and wave. I feel someone hug me from behind and put their hands over my eyes. "Guess who" a very high and obviously fake voice came from behind me. I think for a second; the only person I know that would need to make their voice higher other than Kirishima would be....

"zuku!" He huffs and removes his hands and I turn around to stand up and hug him. Me and Izuku have known each other for a while, my dad is his moms brother, making us cousins. So him and I would hang out often. Just as I was about to start a conversation with him our teacher Aizawa appeared from practically nowhere and told us to take our seats.

I got a weird feeling that someone was watching me about halfway through the lesson, figuring it to be Izuku I glance at him only to find his head stuck in his notebook writing down what Aizawa said. I looked around the classroom before giving up and looking down at my desk. I still feel watched and out of the corner of my eye I see Katsuki Bakugou staring directly at me. I make eye contact with him and hold it for about 3 seconds before snapping my eyes to my notes. I see him move his head to his notebook to start writing his notes.

When class lets out for the day I organize and pack all my things together in my bag and stand up to leave when I notice a note on my desk; neatly folded into quarters. I look around the classroom and just now notice I'm the only person left in the room. I pick up the note and open it, reading it out loud. 

"Meet me at the (Random Park Name: R/P/N) at five" I glanced at the clock that reads 3:45. Giving me plenty of time to go home, have a snack, get dressed and go. I don't know why I'm going, I just feel like I need to. 

I walk out of my house holding the note in my hand. I walk to (R/P/N) and stand outside the entrance. I walk in and sit on one of the benches and scroll on my phone. I feel someone sit next to me but I pay them no attention. I could tell it was a guy but I didn't want to seem weird or something. He cleared his throat expectantly. I look up at him to meet the gaze of Bakugou. I feel my cheeks heat up slightly and look down at my hand holding the note. 

"Um. Hi. I'm assuming you gave me the note then? Is there something you need?" I raise my head to look at him. He scoffs, "We both know we're soulmates so don't act fuckin stupid like those other idiots." He snaps. 

"Alright fine. Yes we're soulmates. Why did you want to talk to me" I said, trying to act super chill about it. "Because I wanted to get to know you dumbass"

For someone as hot as you, you seem really dumb 

"I could say the same thing to you gorgeous" I snap my head to him to see his eyebrows raised and him smirking. My face flushed, did I say that out loud?

Timeeeeskipppp

Me and Bakugou walked together for about 3 hours after that, just telling each other about ourselves. I learned that he is really sweet-hearted but he doesn't want people to know that so he made me swear not to say anything about it. Somehow our hands got linked together and we were sitting in a patch of dandelions on a large hill looking down at the city. 

"You know I've dreamed about meeting someone as pretty as you the day you appeared in my mirror" He commented, glancing over at me. He was really good at complimenting, I've lost count of how many times he's made me blush tonight.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and asked "does this mean we're a thing now?" He let out a soft laugh and put his hand under my chin and lifting me head up. He closed the gap between us. I couldn't help but notice how soft his lips were. I leaned into the kiss, deepening it as he cupped my face. When we broke apart he rested his forehead onto mine and smiled softly at me. 

"Of course we're a thing dumbass"

AHhh I'm bad at writing romantic scenes I'm sorry xD

[stevie-kd]

“Feral”

Part 5

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

Read part 4 here

::in which Bakugou and Kirishima are closer than ever, quite literally and figuratively. Bakugou messes up, plans are definitely NOT cancelled, and there is a maybe date happening::

P.S. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST. It was a loooong week. I’ve gotten a promotion though, so that was cool! Anywho, I’ll try and be quicker with the updates since I have a lot of my one-shots already half finished:)

P.P.S. I wrote out the whole chapter and apparently it’s exceeded a word count or something so I had to split it into two chapters. I just have to give it a quick edit and I’ll have it up today, hopefully in the next couple hours.

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Aizawa kept Bakugou for one more night just for observation. He was allowed back to class Tuesday morning.

Kirishima waited outside of his dorm for Bakugou to finish getting ready. He played a game on his phone and leaned against the wall opposite of Bakugou’s door.

He’d only been waiting a few minutes before the door opened and a fully-uniformed Bakugou Katsuki stepped out. He looked well rested and much more like himself than Kirishima had seen him in days. He still had his usual grumpy look, but it put a smile on Kirishima’s face to see it. He’d missed Bakugou so much that having him back felt like a hole had been filled in his chest.

Kirishima didn’t think about what he did next until Bakugou pulled away. The redhead looked down at their hands, dawning on him that he’d just tried to hold Bakugou’s hand. The movement felt so natural, almost like an instinct.

“Oh!” he said, surprised by himself. “I’m sorry, man. That was weird of me. I didn’t even think about it—”

“It’s fine, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou interrupted him. “Here.”

Kirishima watched as Bakugou laced their arms together at their elbows. He had a weird scowl on his face, but he didn’t say anything about it and opted to tug Kirishima along to get him moving. Together, arm in arm, they descended the hall until they reached the elevator.

They didn’t say a word the whole ride down. Kirishima was too lost in his racing thoughts to come up with the right thing to say.

Was Bakugou touch starved? He wasn’t ever the type of guy to initiate any sort of touching. Though, he hadn’t been able to get near anyone in days. On average, at least a few times a day Kirishima would lean on him or put a hand on his shoulder or sometimes even throw him into a surprise hug the blond didn’t see coming. Bakugou had adapted to Kirishima’s fondness. This—having Bakugou as the initiator—was so foreign, Kirishima couldn’t wrap his head around it.

They didn’t let go of each other until they reached the kitchen. Kirishima tossed Bakugou ingredients and utensils as the explosive boy whipped up some egg drop ramen for the two of them.

He usually made more food to include the Bakusquad, but he never bothered with breakfast. The other three were never up early enough.

As it turned out, Kaminari was right: Kirishima had missed Bakugou’s cooking. He wasn’t sure where the blond learned to cook so well, but Kirishima would have given his pal a five star review on Yelp if he could have.

“What did I miss in class?” Bakugou asked after they’d sat down. He was twirling his chopsticks around in his bowl to pick up some noodles.

“Don’t know,” Kirishima answered through a mouthful. He swallowed before continuing. “I didn’t really go to class yesterday.”

Bakugou frowned. He glared at his ramen like he’d just witnessed it murder his cat. “Let’s ask Ponytail for her notes. I’m not asking shitty Deku. His notebook is a fucking mess.”

“Good idea,” Kirishima agreed. “Hey, did you wanna do some extra training after class? The gym is free today. We could work on our special moves like last time.”

Bakugou seemed to be thinking it over. After a moment of considering, he set his chopsticks down. “What if we went to the movies?”

Kirishima stared at him. He’d said it in such a soft voice, Kirishima knew he was being serious. “The movies? Over training? That doesn’t sound like you.”

He glared in return. “Do you want to or not, Shitty Hair?”

He laughed. “Yeah, totally! Was there a movie you had in mind?”

Bakugou picked his chopsticks back up and was using the utensils to play with his food. Kirishima couldn’t help thinking he looked shy. His cheeks were the slightest hint of pink. “There’s that action movie… I know you like those.”

Kirishima perked up at that. “Really? You’re talking about the one where those two guys have to duel for the dojo after their master is killed, right?”

“The only cheesy-as-hell action movie in the theaters right now, yes.”

“Dude, I’ve wanted to watch that forever! It didn’t do great in the box office, but I think it looks great! You really want to sit through that for me? That doesn’t seem like your kind of movie.”

He finally stood to take his bowl to the sink. “I just want to get out. I’ve spent the last four days staring at white walls.” He nodded his head to Kirishima’s empty bowl, who got the message and passed it over.

“I’m down for the movie, one-hundred percent! And, hey—maybe this weekend we can go hiking? That should help get you out of your own head.”

He hummed in response. “There was that new trail we could try.”

“Oh! Yeah, I remember that. We wanted to go last time, but it was getting too dark so we didn’t get the chance. How’s your schedule look? I’m free all weekend!”

He finished up washing their dishes and deposited them onto the drying rack. “Let’s go Saturday. My shitty aunt is in town this weekend, so I can avoid her at least then. I have some stupid family dinner my parents are making me go to on Sunday if… uh, if you wanna go.”

Kirishima cocked his head. “To your family dinner? You want me to go? Would I be intruding?”

Bakugou leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “No. If you’re there I might actually act ‘civil’ is how my old hag put it. You can sleep over too, if you want.”

Kirishima’s eyes sparkled. A sleepover? At Bakugou’s house?! He’d been over a few times, and he loved being able to spend the extra time with his hot-headed friend. But a sleepover? His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

“Hell yeah! You usually head home Friday nights, right? What time should I be around Saturday to head on the hike?”

“Just come home with me Friday. Then we can leave early.”

Holy. Shit.

Two whole nights with Bakugou. He felt like his brain was about to short circuit.

His moms wouldn’t like him not visiting over the weekend, but they would understand. He talked pretty highly of Bakugou to his parents, so they would know how much this meant to him.

He pumped his fists together. “Alright! A guys’ weekend! This is gonna be great, man! We can watch movies and play video games, and I’m gonna get you to stay up past eight-thirty!”

Bakugou snorted. “Then I’ll make sure to wake you up by six in the morning.”

“No!” Kirishima gasped. “That’s just cruel, man.”

Bakugou smirked and grabbed his book bag, then headed for the door. Kirishima jumped up to follow.

Class was extra boring today, and Kirishima couldn’t pay attention to a word of his lessons. The day dragged on, probably because he had the movies with Bakugou to look forward to.

Finally, the bell rang for lunch. He and the squad moved out while Bakugou stayed back to collect the homework assignments he missed yesterday. He’d catch up with them after.

They were all seated at their usual table, Ashido chatting everyone’s ears off. Kirishima zoned out staring out the window at the lawn when the pink-haired girl brought him back down to earth.

“Kiri? Babe. Earth to Kirishima.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. My head is all over the place today.”

He hadn’t even realized Bakugou sat down beside him. The blond was giving him a weird look as he popped open his bento box.

“So!” Kaminari exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention. “I had this idea—”

“Oh shit,” Bakugou muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Kaminari glared at him while everyone else laughed. “Anyway. Wouldn’t it be such a good idea if we challenged Bakugou and Sato to a cook off? Our class chef versus our class baker. It'd be epic!”

“I love it!” Ashido announced.

Sero looked into the distance dreamily. “Think about all the leftover food.”

“I don’t bake,” Bakugou stated. “I don’t do sweets. And Sugar Freak is a shit cook. Wouldn’t be much of a challenge.”

“Well, we can have you both whip up something as a main dish and then a dessert to follow,” Ashido suggested. “We could vote whose meal was better.”

Bakugou didn’t look impressed. He stuffed a chunk of beef into his mouth and ignored the rest of the conversation.

“What if we did it tonight? Everyone’s free, right?”

Kirishima whipped his head up from his meal to face Kaminari. “Not tonight, man. We’ve got homework to catch up on, and Bakugou and I were going to catch a movie.”

Everyone’s eyebrows scrunched. They stared between the two boys like this was weird behavior of them.

“The movies?” Ashido asked, her expression shifting to something more mischievous. “Like, just the two of you? Alone?”

“You annoying shitsticks aren’t coming, so don’t even ask,” Bakugou said in his grumpy voice.

Kaminari raised a devilish eyebrow. “So… is this like… a date?”

Kirishima felt his ears grow hot. “No! No, it’s not like that! We’re just two bros going to the movies! Right, Katsuki?”

He looked over to the blond, who had a death grip on his chopsticks. His face read pure rage, but there was a blush crawling up his neck and cheeks. It seemed to worsen at the use of his given name. The chopsticks snapped in his grip.

“KATSUKI?!” Ashido practically screamed. “He lets you call him by his given name?”

The other two boys were dying at this point. They clutched their stomachs as they busted out laughing, tears sparkling in their eyes. Sero slapped a hand on the table. “Oh my god! I can’t breathe!”

Bakugou slammed his own fists against the table and stood. “FUCK YOU GUYS, WE’RE OUT OF HERE! COME ON, SHITTY HAIR! LET’S GO.”

Kirishima stood on wobbly legs, his meal forgotten as his mind reeled. He chased after Bakugou, a million questions racing through his brain he couldn’t seem to vocalize. Was this a date? If it wasn’t, wouldn’t Bakugou have corrected them? If it was, why’d he get so defensive?

Bakugou turned around and grabbed Kirishima by the elbow to speed him up. They must have been too loud, because half the cafeteria’s eyes were watching them as they left.

They made it back to the classroom, and Bakugou’s grip hadn't let up. He finally let go when he moved to his desk and sat down heavily. He crossed his arms and turned his face away from Kirishima.

“Uh,” Kirishima tried to form words, but he wasn’t sure what to say. “Should we talk about this?”

“No,” he answered quickly.

“Well, that seemed to really bother you back there. If you were thinking—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Eijirou.”

Kirishima could see the angry blush on his face when he glanced back at the redhead. Kirishima settled into the desk beside his. “Alright. You still want to go though, don’t you?”

He huffed. “Yeah, we’re still fucking going.”

His lips spread into a smile. “Glad to hear it! I can’t wait.”

The two broke out their homework after that, attempting to get caught up before the rest of the class slowly trickled back in. To Kirishima’s surprise, it was Bakugou who was having trouble focusing.

Class started up again, and Kirishima had to migrate back to his own desk. A worksheet was passed out by Midnight, and they were told to fill out what they could. Kirishima was only a few questions in when he glanced Bakugou’s way out of habit.

Midoriya was leaning forward, whispering something to Bakugou, who looked his usual amount of annoyed. It was when the green-haired boy reached out to tap Bakugou’s shoulder that chaos ensued.

Kirishima shot from his desk and across the room before most students even noticed anything was wrong. Everything happened so fast, even Kirishima’s brain had to play catch up.

Bakugou had snapped. In an instant, he’d had Midoriya pinned to the floor, slashing at his face with the claws that weren’t there. Midoriya was obviously caught off guard, but he was still fast enough to hold his arms up to shield his face from Bakugou’s attacks.

Kirishima tackled Bakugou off of his rival, using his hardening to pin him down. Bakugou was uncharacteristically hissing like some wild animal. Sero and Tokoyami were out of their seats now too, ready to help if they could.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled, trying to snap the blond back to reality. “Katsuki, stop! It’s me! It’s Eijirou!”

Midnight stood above the boys, her hand resting on her sleeve and ready to tear it to put Bakugou to sleep with her quirk. Kirishima quickly shook his head at her. “Don’t! That won’t help.”

Bakugou’s movements became sluggish and he was blinking hard, quicly coming back to his senses. Kirishima watched as realization dawned in his eyes. He looked between Kirishima on top of him to Midoriya on the ground a few feet away. “Shit,” he cursed.

“Kacchan, I’m sorry!” Midoriya apologized. “I didn’t know the quirk hadn’t worn off yet. I shouldn’t have touched you. Kacchan, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t fucking apologize to me, damn nerd!” he shouted in return. He growled in frustration. “I thought this shit was over.”

“It’s alright, man,” Kirishima sighed, relieved to have Bakugou back. He slid off of the blond and sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. “Midoriya, you okay?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“Ahem,” Midnight cleared her throat. She had her hands on her hips and an unimpressed look on her face. “Could someone tell me what’s going on?”

“After effects,” Todoroki was the one to explain to Kirishima’s surprise. “It seems the quirk hasn’t quite worn off.”

“I’m fine now,” Bakugou grumbled. “It’s gone.”

“I highly doubt—”

“It was a fluke!”

“Guys!” Kirishima raised his voice to get them to stop. Bakugou glared at him for his interruption. Kirishima ignored the look and turned back to the other student still on the floor. “Midoriya, why don’t you swap seats with me for today?”

Midoriya nodded, finally pulling himself off the ground. “Good idea.”

Bakugou caught Kirishima’s wrist before he could stand as well. “I don’t need a damn babysitter.”

“I’m not babysitting you,” the redhead fired back. “My quirk is best suited to stop you if it happens again, which I doubt it will. Just a precaution, man.”

Midnight was tapping her foot, arms folded as she stared the two down. “Are you boys sure this is such a good idea?”

“Yes,” they said in unison. They looked at each other, and Bakugou bowed his head to allow Kirishima to finish. “He’ll be fine. It won’t happen again, and I’ll be there to stop him before it could happen again.”

She clicked her tongue. “Alright. I’ll allow it. Don’t make me regret it. And there had better not be any more interruptions.”

Everyone migrated back to their seats and the light chatter died off. Kirishima and Midoriya collected their things and traded seats. Once he was seated, Kirishima noticed a folded up piece of paper on the corner of the desk.

He opened it as quietly as he could, but Midnight seemed pretty preoccupied by the romance novel her eyes were glued to. It was definitely Bakugou’s handwriting, all caps and angry penmanship.

THANK YOU EIJIRO. YOU’ RE A GOOD FRIEND

Kirishima smiled. Bakugou really had grown so much in his time since coming to UA. Kirishima was so proud to be the explosive boy’s friend.

It’s cool ! Don’t sweat it man . Still wanna see that movie tonight ??

He tossed the note over Bakugou’s shoulder, who jumped a little like he was surprised to see it return. Kirishima could hear his pencil scrawling out a reply.

He passed it back, his eyes on Midnight to avoid being caught passing notes.

STILL THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA?

Totally !! I wanna spend time with you dude

He chewed on his lip. Maybe that was a little too forward. He ended up erasing that bit and starting over.

Yeh man I think it’d be good for you to get out . Being cooped up for days isn’t good for ya

Bakugou held onto the note for a few minutes, maybe contemplating what to say. Kirishima tried to focus on his assignment, but it proved impossible and he ended up circling random answers.

Bakugou twisted his arm behind his back and held the folded note between two fingers. Kirishima plucked it from his grasp and unfurled it again.

COME TO MY ROOM AFTER YOU’RE READY TO GO. WE’RE GONNA GET DINNER FIRST SHITTY HAIR.

Kirishima giggled, and a few heads turned his way. He was too excited to care about the prying eyes or the blush that rose to his cheeks.

He couldn’t help but think about how date-like this seemed. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but… well.

He couldn’t help it.

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Hope you guys liked it, and thanks for the read !!

Read part 6 here

8/31/2020

[misc-headcanons]

Could you do a scenario where Bakugou's girlfriend meets his parents for the first time?

(So I’ve never written Bakugo before and getting his character down was a fun challenge. Hopefully this isn’t too OOC!)

“So…you’re seriously okay with this?” ____ asked incredulously. “Me meeting your parents?”

Bakugo scowled and shifted in his seat on the common room’s couch. “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re going steady and shit, right? You’re gonna see ‘em at some point anyway,” he grumbled. He absentmindedly tugged on the hem of his shirt. “Besides, my mom won’t shut up about wanting to meet you.”

____ smirked and reached over to pinch her boyfriend’s cheek; by Bakugo standards, he was actually being sort of…sweet. She knew he couldn’t just come out and say that they were officially an item, but the casual way he just mentioned that they were going steady was the next best thing. And of course, he just had to bury that tenderness underneath a few dismissive and coarse comments. “Aww,” ____ cooed playfully, “Your mommy wants to meet your new widdle girlfriend?”

Bakugo squirmed away from her and rubbed the fresh pink spot on his cheek. “Fuck, you’re worse than my grandma,” he whined, trying to massage his sore face. He crossed his arms and looked at her. “Look, it’s just gonna be dinner. You don’t have to dress up or anything, whatever you wear’ll be fine. If they say anything about it, I’ll just tell ‘em to fuck off. And don’t think you need to impress them, either. Just be…” He shrugged and shifted his weight. “Just be you. They’ll like you. I mean, I like you, and I hate everyone.” His gaze drifted down, and he wasn’t sure where he really should look. He wasn’t used to telling people he liked them, mainly because he didn’t really like…anyone, really. But ____ wasn’t some random loser, she was…well, ____! She didn’t get pissed whenever he said something without thinking how it’d come out, and he actually tried to consider her feelings sometimes (which was a very foreign concept). 

Bakugo’s cheeks weren’t the only ones that were pink now. After a few months of dating, ____ was fluent in “Bakugo-ese” and she could see right through his typical blustery outbursts to what he was really trying to say. Being tender and vulnerable wasn’t really his thing, but he really was trying to give her a decent compliment. She kissed his cheek where she’d pinched it. “Thanks, Bakugo,” she said with a warm smile. “Just let me know when I should head over to your house tomorrow and text me the address.”

Bakugo scoffed. “No way! I’m taking you there myself,” he protested. “You’re fuckin’ terrible with directions. We’ll just leave here together.”

“Oh, c’mon,” ____ sighed, “Your parents are only a few blocks away!”

“Yeah,” Bakugo said with a smirk, “And you’ll find a way to get lost on the way there. We could be next-door neighbors and you’d still have no idea where to go.”

____ laughed and gently punched her boyfriend’s shoulder. “Fine, asshole,” she replied with a sheepish smile. Okay, so maybe she did have no sense of direction; even though she’d been at UA for months, she still had trouble finding her way to classes every day. She headed up the stairs to her dorm room and gave Bakugo a small wave. “See you tomorrow then.” She paused and cocked her head, and Bakugo raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the problem?”

____ flashed him a cheeky grin. “Could you help me find my way to my room? I don’t wanna get lost…”

“IT’S THE FIRST ROOM ON THE TOP FLOOR! How the fuck did you even get into this school!?

____ snorted. “I was joking, you dick.”

“Could’ve fooled me!”

The next day, Bakugo was spending the entire morning pacing in his room. He’d meant to go upstairs and get ____ twenty minutes ago, but there was something keeping him from just getting up and leaving his room. He pulled on the sleeves of his t-shirt and grabbed the doorknob to leave. Why the fuck am I so nervous? She’s just meeting Mom and Dad, and it’s not like I care if they like her or not; if Mom doesn’t like her after all that nagging at me to meet her, it’s her own damn fault! 

He felt his phone buzz and he took it out of his pocket. He was expecting it to be ____, wondering what was taking him so long, but it was actually from his mother.

Old Hag: You two on your way, or are you two lovebirds still making out? :3

Bakugo: WE’RE NOT MAKING OUT, YOU FREAK

WHAT KIND OF GROWN ASS WOMAN USES EMOJIS

Old Hag: Calm down, it was just a joke. You know girls don’t think popped blood vessels and yelling all the time are attractive right :P

Bakugo: I’M NOT DOING IT TO BE ATTRACTIVE I’M DOING IT BECAUSE YOU’RE CONSTANTLY PISSING ME OFF

BE THERE IN HALF AN HOUR

Old Hag: See you soon :3

Bakugo: STOP DOING THAT

Old Hag: Doing what? :3c

:3c

:3c

Bakugo growled and shoved his phone in his pocket, and he quickly slipped on a pair of old sneakers before throwing his door open. When he saw ____ standing outside his room, he blinked. “Oh, you’re here.” He looked her up and down, eyeing her outfit. Despite telling her not to worry about impressing anyone, she was clearly dolled up a bit compared to her usual torn jeans and ratty t-shirt: She was wearing a fresh-out-of-the-laundry tank top and one of Bakugo’s jackets that he’d left in her room a few days earlier, and her hair was done up in a naturally-tousled, “I totally didn’t spend half an hour getting it to look like I woke up like this” look. She smelled faintly of one of her perfumes, the one that Bakugo liked (because it smelled like candy) but also hated (because it made him crave candy). 

____ gave Bakugo a small smile. “You ready to go?”

Bakugo took her by the arm and marched out of the dorms with her. “Tch, I was ready ten minutes ago,” he replied tersely. “C’mon, let’s head to the train station.”

The walk to the station was fairly uneventful, and soon the two of them were on the train. Bakugo slung an arm around ____’s shoulder, and ____ leaned against him; a few older ladies cooed at the two young lovebirds, and Bakugo promptly gave them a death glare to get them to leave him alone. They awkwardly shuffled away, and ____ chuckled. Bakugo felt his cheeks warm up at the sound of her laugh, and he tried to rub his cheek to get rid of the warm sensation.

When they arrived at their stop, Bakugo took ____ by the arm and briskly walked with her. ____ raised an eyebrow at all of the physical contact; Bakugo usually hated being affectionate with her in public. “Not that I’m complaining,” she started, “But what’s with you taking me by the arm and holding me on the train?” She smirked. “You’re not going soft on me, are you?”

Bakugo squeezed her arm tighter and walked at a faster pace. “Fuck no,” he replied brusquely. “I’m just makin’ sure you keep up with me and don’t get lost. I’m already hungry and it’d be a pain in the ass if you wandered off and I had to look for you.”

____ rolled her eyes. “Yeah right,” she replied sarcastically, “If I got lost, you’d just leave me behind and have dinner anyway.” She scrunched up her face and tried to imitate Bakugo’s “pissed off at everything” expression. “ ‘Just eat the scraps you find on the street, stupid! It’s your fault for getting lost, nyehhh!’ ”

Bakugo looked back at her with an annoyed and confused look on his face. “….I’ve never said… ‘Nyehhh…’” The corners of his lips twitched into a smirk. “What the fuck, that’s the worst impression of me I’ve ever heard!”

____ stuck out her tongue. “ ‘Nyehh, that’s the worst impression of me I’ve ever heard!’ “ 

Bakugo tried to hide the smile that was forming by walking slightly ahead of her. “You’re so fucking weird,” he remarked, slightly squeezing her hand. ____ gently squeezed his hand back, and they continued walking to his parents’ house.

When they made it to his front door, they stood outside for a moment. “So,” ____ said, “Do we knock, or do you want to send a text that you’re here, or—”

Bakugo promptly kicked the door open. “Oi, we’re here,” he yelled out. “Is the food ready? I’m starving!”

____ stared at the door, then at Bakugo, and then shrugged before following him inside. “Or you could do that,” she muttered. “Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

An older man with dark brown hair and glasses poked his head out from the kitchen. “Oh, Katsuki! There you are,” he greeted. He noticed the person standing behind his son and smiled. “And you must be ____!” He stepped out, revealing that he was wearing a blue polo shirt, tan work pants, and an old apron. “I’m Katsuki’s father, Masaru,” he said, shaking her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

____ returned his handshake. “Thanks, Mr. Bakugo,” she replied kindly. “It’s nice to–”

“SHE’S HEEEERE~!” 

____ turned her head at the sudden new voice and saw a young-looking woman with blonde hair run up to her and wrap her in a bear hug. Bakugo groaned and tried to yank the woman off of his girlfriend. “Mom, you’re gonna fucking kill her! Let go, ya old hag!”

Bakugo’s mother released ____ from her arms and playfully punched her son’s shoulder. “Relax, ya little brat,” she replied, “I’m just so happy ya finally brought a girl home!” She crossed her arms and smirked. “Not sure what the hell she could see in a bratty little hothead like you, though.”

Bakugo glared at her, and ____ looked up at his mother now that she wasn’t buried in her arms. She looked a lot like her son, with spiky blonde hair and crimson eyes. She was dressed more casually than her husband, with some well-worn jeans and a white tank top with a lilac-colored jacket over it. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you, Mrs. Bakugo,” ____ replied, rubbing her sore arms. “You’ve got a really strong grip.”

Bakugo’s mother laughed. “No need to be so formal, hon,” she replied with a sweet smile. “Call me Mitsuki!” She ruffled ____’s hair and grinned. “Man, I can’t believe I finally get to see ya,” she marveled. “I always hoped Katsuki would finally start dating and acting like a normal teenager instead of just blowing shit up and harassing all his classmates.” 

Bakugo glared at his mother. “I CAN DATE ____ AND BLOW SHIT UP,” he replied angrily, “THEY AREN’T MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE, OLD HA–”

Mitsuki lightly swatted the back of her son’s head. “Oi, don’t be so loud,” she yelled. “You’re gonna ruin ____’s hearing, yellin’ like that all the time!” The two of them glared at each other, and Masaru gently put a hand on ____’s shoulder.

“I know she’s joking,” he said offhandedly, “But she may be right about that. A few years after we got married, I started to develop tinnitus…” 

____ smirked. “I’ll be sure to invest in some earplugs then,” she replied. The two of them watched Katsuki and Mitsuki yell at each other for a while. “So, do you usually step in or let them wear each other out?” she asked.

“I’ve got it,” he replied with a reassuring pat on her shoulder. He cupped his hand around his mouth. “Dinner’s ready!”

Instantly, Bakugo and Mitsuki stopped fighting and bounded into the kitchen, bumping each other’s shoulders as they went inside. “Why didn’t ya say so, honey?” Mitsuki stopped to kiss her husband’s cheek and when he smiled at the sudden kiss, ____ noticed that he and Bakugo both had the same little dimple on their mouth. Mitsuki eagerly rubbed her hands together and grabbed a few bowls. “C’mon, let’s eat before it gets cold!”

As the four of them ate a delicious homecooked meal (beef curry with vegetables and egg over rice), ____ quickly warmed up to Bakugo’s family and got to know them better. Mitsuki and Masaru eagerly showed her old family photos of Bakugo, despite his frequent protests. She also talked about how she and Bakugo had met and started dating, and both Mitsuki and Masaru gushed about how sweet the two of them looked together. ____ and Masaru also bonded a bit, since Mitsuki and Bakugo would frequently get into arguments and leave their significant others to their own conversation. 

During one of these arguments, Masaru cleared up the dishes and gently laid a hand on ____’s shoulder. “I’m really happy we finally got to meet you,” he said with a kind smile. “I know Katsuki can be…” He glanced at his son, who was red-faced and in the middle of calling Mitsuki a nosey old hag. “Well, he can be prickly and abrasive sometimes, even to people he cares about. I’m just glad he found someone who can see through that side of him.”

____ smiled. “I know what you mean, Mr. Bakugo,” she replied. “I mean, yeah, he’s kind of an assh– er,” she cleared her throat. “A jerk sometimes. Or, well, most of the time. But he makes me happy, and I think I make him happy. He’s actually sweet sometimes, and I feel like he’s less abrasive and stuff now compared to when he was just by himself.”

Masaru nodded. “I agree,” he said. He glanced back at his wife and son with a nostalgic smile. “Usually they’d get into arguments and just go at it for almost an hour, even when I tried to rein him in and get him to focus on something else. But with you here, he actually listens to you and he’ll stop fighting to talk to you. I can’t remember the last time he’s listened to anyone.” He and ____ shared a laugh, and he rose up to wash their dishes in the kitchen sink. Mitsuki noticed what her husband was doing and grabbed her and Katsuki’s bowls before getting up to take them to the sink as well. 

Once the two of them were alone, ____ called over to her boyfriend.

“Hey, Bakugo.”

Bakugo immediately turned his head and forgot what he was about to yell in his mother’s face. “Yeah?”

____ reached over and gently pecked his cheek. “I really like your family,” she replied with a smile. “Thanks for finally letting me come over.”

Bakugo raised his eyebrows. “You do?” he asked incredulously. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well…good. They like you too, I think. But even if they didn’t, I’m not gonna stop dating you or anything if they tell me they don’t like you.”

____ rested her head on Bakugo’s shoulder and placed her hand on his underneath the table, and they cuddled for a bit. Mitsuki poked her head out to check on the two of them and quickly pulled her husband by the shirt collar so he could see what he was seeing. “Masaru, look,” she whispered. “He’s being sweet! Aaaah, I think they’re holding hands!”

Masaru looked at the two of them in disbelief, and his face slowly broke into a smile. “It’s about time,” he murmured quietly. “I really think they’ll be great for each other, don’t you, honey?” 

Mitsuki covertly whipped out her cell phone and snapped a few pictures of her son being affectionate with his girlfriend and slipped her phone back in her pocket. “I think you’re right,” she said with a smile. The two of them watched in silence for a little while longer, until a loud voice signaled that they’d been caught.

“WHAT THE FUCK’RE YOU STARING AT!?”

[todorokissidehoe]

iii. Terminal · b. katsuki

I woke up from incoherent curses and light shuffling from below, I pull myself up to see a knocked out Bakugou on the floor sleeping peacefully. I notice my change of attire and started freaking out, "...BAKUGOU YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!!!" The explosive boy woke up screaming as I threw a pillow straight to his face, "WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN???" He threw the pillow back at me.

"EXPLAIN WHY I'M WEARING DIFFERENT CLOTHES THEN PERVERT!" "I TOLD THE FUCKING OLD HAG TO CHANGE IT FOR YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN."

I tone down my voice a little before continuing our not-so-pleasant early morning wake up call, "wow I didn't know someone like you had human decency." I smirk at him, "WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU BRAT?!" He yells at the top of his lungs chasing me down the hallway.

After a few minutes of running around his home, I finally came to a halt having him topple over me from the unexpected stop. I blinked, once, then twice. "Y-you can get off me now," He stood up red as ever and so did I.

"Katsuki! Y/N, can you come down for breakfast?" I hear his mother call out to us from the dining room.

We ran down the flight of stairs extremely hungry, I sniff around and catch a whiff of curry by the kitchen. "Miss, it smells amazing!" I compliment her cooking, "Oh dearie, please call me Mitsuki." "Okay Mitsuki."

I settled down at the dining table with bakugou across the table as I sat beside Mitsuki, my eyes sparkle at the sight of the flavorful plate of curry placed in front of me. "Thank you for the meal!"

I quickly dig in trying my best not leave a single inkling of curry sauce on my plate. "Mpfm..so..mmhfgood" "Fucking Christ woman, don't speak while eating dumbass." He passes me a glass of water aggressively and I chug it down slowly.

I soon finish eating the curry, realize I hadn't taken my medication yet. I stood up grabbing everyone's attention sat at the table, "Sorry to cut the meeting short but I really have to get home now, thank you for your hospitality!" I bow, grab my things and walk towards the door.

"Oi." I turn to see Bakugou tailing behind me, "I'll walk you home…" he mutters under his breath but I still caught it. "Why? You don't have to." I shift my body a little so I can face him, he grabs me by the arm pulling me out of the doorway.

He then let go of me once we reached the pavement of the sidewalk. "Wha-" "just walk goddammit," I was completely taken aback, wasn't he the one who refused to walk me home the other night? Why is he the one who saved me? And now, he's walking me home. Is he bipolar or something?

The walk home was a comfortable silence, when we reached my house we simply parted ways and that's that.

I turn the knob seeing my mother on the couch shaking uncontrollably, with under eye bags covering her pale complexion, her phone in her hands shattered.

"H-hey mom…" I call out to her still standing by the doorway, she snaps her head towards me as her h/c colored followed, "AAHAHAHAA...AHAH…hahaahhaha…" I stared at her in complete shock, not knowing what to do with my mother in her insane state.

I quickly grab my phone in my purse and called the local mental hospital in my prefecture.

In a couple minutes the expected nurses rushed into my home, restraining my mom. "We'll be taking her now." He informs me of where my mom would be kept in for the mean time.

As soon as they left, I ran to my room and locked the door shut. I turn my back leaning on my pristine wooden door, sliding down with my hand on my right cheek, crying my eyes out.

It continued for the rest of the weekend, until it was time for school once again, I live alone, paranoid. That someone would come and get me again.

After all that crying, needless to say I started the week off with bags all over my under eye looking as dead as possible. I looked horrid. Even more than I did before. I grabbed an apple, like I usually do every morning. Except I couldn't be bothered to take a single bite out of it.

I did my usual morning routine just less livelier. I walked to school and entered my class, stares burning into my figure as I walked towards my seat behind the dumb hedgehog.

Soon after I sat, Ei and Mina approached me. "Girllll you looked like you haven't slept in days!" She exclaimed noticing my obvious bags, she wasn't wrong though, I couldn't sleep no matter what I tried.

Whether warming up milk, putting my foot up, or counting sheeps. Nothing really worked out for me, the moment I closed my eyes I  would recall the horrid act done to me.

I was grateful for Bakugou for saving me that night before things could get even worse, but my mind was still unsure. He did save me but, he was the one who got me in that position in the first place, only if he had walked me home, maybe, just maybe, that wouldn't have happened.

"Yeah…just had to do some homework last minute ya know…" I lied not wanting to worry them.

Suddenly the door burst open revealing an ash blonde by the ridiculously humongous door. I shrugged him off not wanting to deal with him for the rest of the morning, well, it's not that easy since he literally sits in front of me.

But, I wasn't letting a dumb seating arrangement get in the way of my tired self. "Good morning to you too Hedgehog…" I yawn, somehow "greeting" him. "WHAT DID YOU SAY EXTRA??" "Listen up hedgehog I'm not in the mood for your idiotic temper tantrums so please, with all due respect, shut the fuck up."

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[sevenfists]

Glasses Geno is Sid's sexuality now too...🤓❤️l

Geno was predictably enthused about the glasses, because he was enthused about everything. There was only one pair, and so after Sid was done filming his part, he had to go down the hall to find Geno, who was having his hair artfully arranged by the makeup lady. He already looked stupid but undeniably good in his grandpa sweater, and it got worse when he slid the glasses onto his face.

“How I look?” he asked, grinning at Sid. “Good, right?”

Jesus. “You look like a nerd,” Sid said, which was true.

“Like sexy nerd,” Geno said, still grinning.

“You’re a sexy librarian,” Rusty said, halfway into his Santa costume. “You work at the reference desk, and you’ve got the whole Dewey decimal system memorized.”

“That’s, uh, that’s a pretty specific fantasy there, Rusty,” Sid said.

“Rusty likes nerds!” Geno crowed, and then yelped as the makeup lady got too aggressive with the comb. He had a tender scalp and was always a baby about it.

Sid was technically done for the day, but he hung out to watch Geno film his bit, goofing around with the bar of soap and giving the camera guys a hard time. He had—okay, maybe sort of a crush on Geno, and also a lifelong appreciation for glasses, and the two were colliding now in a pretty unfortunate way.

It wasn’t, like. A fetish. He didn’t watch glasses porn or anything like that. He just liked how glasses changed a person’s face. Geno in glasses looked like someone who had a bunch of cats and houseplants, who would be interested in the podcasts Sid listened to instead of making fun of him for being boring. Like maybe he would want to spend the night and let Sid make him breakfast in the morning.

He was so screwed. He had known Geno forever, but they’d never been single at the same time before. He kept waiting for his crush to go away, but instead it was just getting worse, and after three months he was starting to feel like he needed to maybe say something to Geno, so he could get shot down and move on with his life.

“Okay, let’s do one last take from a different angle,” the director said.

“My jaw hurts!” Geno complained, laughing. “This soap’s too big, give me smaller.”

“Open wide, G,” Sid said, trying not think about other circumstances under which Geno might complain about an aching jaw.

“You think you do better? Okay, come here,” Geno said to him, holding out the soap.

“Sid’s already done his filming,” the director said.

“One take,” Sid said. “Guess I’m better at acting than you are, eh?”

Geno stared at him, eyes and mouth wide with outrage. “You—Sid!”

Nobody else was looking at him. Sid succumbed to impulse and stuck out his tongue.

Geno grinned and shook his head, and unhinged his jaw once more for the soap.

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Jen emailed them some of the raw footage a week later, when they were on the plane heading out to Vegas. Sid watched it on his phone as soon as he got the notification. Geno was really cute on a day-to-day basis, and in a playful mood, and wearing those glasses, he was custom-designed to push Sid’s buttons.

He really needed to get over this.

“You watching the Christmas video?” Tanger asked him from across the aisle. “I look great, don’t you think?”

“Hideous,” Sid said, and barely managed to dodge the pack of peanuts Tanger threw at him.

He wasn’t at all ready to play Flower, but he knew the other guys were taking their cues from him to some extent, and he had to keep it together. He managed pretty well until two-touch right before the game, when it hit him all at once. He excused himself and went to find a dark corner where he could focus on his breathing for a few minutes and get his emotions under control.

He was a little surprised when Geno came to find him. Geno was usually pretty oblivious to people’s meltdowns and didn’t offer much in the way of support. Sid didn’t have a problem with that; Geno’s job, as far as he was concerned, was keeping his own colossal emotions in check. But Geno was here now, hovering at a safe distance, frowning, his sleeves pulled down to cover his hands.

“You leave game,” Geno said.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Sid said. “Just, uh. Needed to take a breather.”

Geno drifted closer. “You upset about Flower?”

Sid exhaled shakily. “I’m fine. Just another game, eh?”

“I’m upset, too,” Geno said. He tugged on the brim of Sid’s cap and then slung an arm around Sid’s shoulders. “It’s okay to be sad. We play hard, do our best. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Sid said. Geno was so warm. Sid leaned against him, just a little.

“Come back to game,” Geno said. “Horny is cheat, we need captain for yell at him.”

Geno didn’t take his arm away as they walked back toward the two-touch commotion. Sid enjoyed it a lot, too much. His crush wasn’t easing up. He needed to say something. He knew Geno well enough that he was pretty sure Geno would let him down easy and without freaking out, but things would probably be awkward for a while. But Sid refused to pine away foolishly for months. He could handle rejection.

He would tell Geno before Christmas: get it over with, and then go home for a few days to eat his mom’s cookies and feel sorry for himself. And then he could put it behind him at last.

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Sid had decided to throw a casual holiday party for the team and his local friends. It had seemed like a great idea when he sent the invitations around before American Thanksgiving, but the day before the party, bleary after a late-night flight home from Colorado, he was tempted to text everyone and cancel.

He didn’t, and he regretted it immensely when Geno showed up for the party half an hour late and wearing glasses.

“Wow,” Hags said when Geno came into the den with a plate of food in one hand and a glass of punch in the other. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s not my fault, okay,” Geno said. “I get new contact lenses, they’re not right, I don’t know.”

“So you decided to go all Revenge of the Nerds on us?” Phil asked.

“You make fun? Fuck you, Phil!” Geno said. “It’s hurt my eyes, okay—”

Sid stopped paying attention. The glasses didn’t look much like the ones Geno had worn for the holiday video. The frames were smaller, black and square. But the effect was the same and just as devastating. Geno was wearing an ugly Christmas tree sweater that probably wasn’t ironic in the least. Sid wanted to heavily spike his punch and try to lure him beneath the mistletoe.

He wouldn’t. But he really wanted to.

He was a terrible host that evening. Geno’s sweater was probably really soft. He had taken off his shoes when he came into the house, and his socks had reindeer faces on them, Geno’s long toes stretching out the red noses. Sid kept the punch bowl filled and set out more food when the trays got depleted, but otherwise he was a distracted mess. He kept going into the laundry room to give himself a few minutes to calm down. His guests were going to think he’d picked up a stomach bug.

Geno was in the kitchen the third time Sid emerged from the laundry room. He flashed Geno a tight smile that probably looked more terrified than happy and sidled on through to the living room. But Geno followed him, and sat down on the sofa beside him, and stretched out his arm along the back of the couch, behind Sid’s shoulders.

“Okay, Sid?” he murmured, and knocked their knees together. “You quiet tonight.”

Sid forced a smile. “Fine.” Geno’s glasses really complemented the shape of his face. He looked like a good person to curl up with in front of a fireplace to drink some hot chocolate and maybe exchange a few chocolatey kisses.

He was tormenting himself. He needed to stop.

He sat stiffly beside Geno for a few minutes, holding himself carefully still so that his thigh or shoulder wouldn’t accidentally brush Geno’s. Geno was sitting really close. He didn’t move his arm away. Sid drained his glass of punch and said, “Refill,” and made his escape.

He drank enough to get giggly, which was always embarrassing, but at least it helped the night go by faster. People started to trickle out at a reasonable hour, because they had a game the next day, and Sid started cleaning up in the kitchen to hustle the stragglers along.

“You need help?” Geno asked, and Sid turned to see him in the doorway, the sleeves of his sweater pushed up to his elbows, a stack of dirty plates in his hands like he was Sid’s hot and thoroughly domesticated boyfriend and wanted nothing more than to help Sid clean up after their joint holiday party.

“I, uh,” Sid said. He was too drunk for this. “I’ve got it. I’m fine. Thanks. You don’t need to help.”

“Hmm,” Geno said. He came into the kitchen and started scraping the plates into the trash. “You sure you okay?”

“Yeah,” Sid said, and then, “No.” He only had three days left before his self-imposed deadline. He might as well get it over with. “Geno, uh. I have something I need to tell you.”

Geno set down the plate he was holding and turned to face Sid, slouching against the counter. His legs were so long. He raised his eyebrows. “Okay?”

Sid’s stomach felt tight. His heart was pounding, and he felt it mostly in his belly, the artery there throbbing heavily. This was going to be so fucking embarrassing. He was grateful for the punch. “I, uh. I’m interested in you. Romantically. And I just need to tell you so I can get over it.”

“What?” Geno said. He straightened up. His face looked—

Sid ducked his head. He couldn’t bear to watch Geno’s expression. “It’s only been a few months, I haven’t been—I didn’t want it go on too long. I won’t be weird about it. But I thought I should tell you, in case I’m a little weird about it.”

“It’s glasses?” Geno asked.

Sid risked a quick glance at him. He didn’t look mad. Maybe he was smiling a little, but that wasn’t possible. “What?”

“You like glasses,” Geno said. “That’s why.”

“No,” Sid said. “I mean—I like the glasses.” His face was so hot. He was thirty, for Christ’s sake. This shouldn’t be so difficult. “But it’s not just the glasses.”

They weren’t standing too far apart. Sid’s kitchen wasn’t that big. Geno took a few steps and then he was right there. Sid felt like he was underwater, everything slowed down and refracted as Geno reached toward him and put one big hand on Sid’s shoulder. His thumb brushed the side of Sid’s neck.

“I see you look at me,” Geno said. “When we make Christmas movie. And maybe I wonder a little.”

Sid squinted at him. “Did you wear glasses tonight just to fuck with me?”

“Maybe,” Geno said. He smiled. His thumb moved again, and this time Sid couldn’t tell himself the touch was accidental. He raised his other hand and cupped Sid’s jaw. “Sid,” he said, hushed.

Sid didn’t know if there were still other people in his house. He didn’t fucking care, not when Geno was looking at him like that. He tilted his face up and hoped his expression conveyed exactly how desperate he was for Geno to kiss him. Geno was too tall for him to take matters into his own hands.

Geno breathed something that might have been Russian and bent his head, angling down toward Sid in the perfect position for kissing. But a kiss didn’t come. Geno hovered there, breathing against Sid’s lips, his long fingers so careful on Sid’s face.

Sid was shaking a little. He lifted his chin that last little bit and pressed their mouths together.

“Sid,” Geno murmured, and Sid hooked one arm around Geno’s neck to hold him in place so they could kiss for real, slow and soft. Geno’s lips were full and a little rough and nothing had ever felt this good, nothing.

When they broke apart at last, Sid turned his face against Geno’s neck and clung to him. Reckless joy welled up inside his heart. “I never thought, uh.”

Geno held him tight and close and pressed kisses against his hair. “I never think. Oh, Sid.”

“Let’s go on a date,” Sid said. “After Christmas. I’ll take you out.”

“Okay,” Geno said. He drew back and touched Sid’s cheek. His expression was as open and awed as Sid had ever seen it. Christmas had come early, and maybe every day would feel like Christmas for the rest of Sid’s life.

It was too soon to say any of that. He pressed a kiss to Geno’s jaw. “I won’t even make you wear the glasses,” he said.

[dougmeet]

Time! Let's log off, Becky, and get out of here. Hey, I got eight hits on that last batch of "help wanted" ads. I was right in the middle of chatting with Stuart, the clown from Pittsburg who thinks we're going to get married. Did he get that check you sent him last week to help with the wedding expenses? Yeah. Just give it a few days, let the money show up in his account, and Bam! I'll get him to send it right back to me. You know, I'll make up some emergency expense that suddenly came up that I had to cover. Fool won't know what hit him. What did you tell this one? Oh, this one? I told him that I am putting myself through nursing school, modeling underwear for catalogues. That one's almost too easy. The guy probably had never had a real date in his life. Yeah, but he's still going to wonder why I bailed on him in the chat. You know the rules. Never stay wired for more than thirty minutes. I've already sniffed another open network near the motel. We can log on there later and finish up. OK, but I still want to call him. I don't want him to start getting suspicious or something before I've hit him up for the green. But use the prepaid phone and keep it short. I don't want him to have anything to connect back to us. Chill, Abs. I know the drill. Well don't screw up. I'm like Paris baby. Orange ain't my color. So, who are you supposed to be today, Niece? I'm a sixty-three-year-old woman named Brenda, recently retired from school teaching, and I've settled in New Mexico. Yeah? I can see that. You already got the divorce and the cat. That could totally be you in about thirty years. That's cute, Lang. I wonder what that says about you, though. You play better females than I do. She's got a point, Howie. Remember that mope from Nigeria last month? I think he was in love with you. Any leads on our "work at home" scams out west? Yeah. There's several new job listings on one of the resume websites this morning. It's the usual pitch. "Wanted: international company seeks payment processor." These guys claim they're from Ireland, and they need someone to process payments to avoid making customs fees. You thinking it's our "coffee shop bandits?" Fits their "M.O." The "coffee shop bandits"….that's what we've been calling them for weeks now. We've tracked them to a series of coffee shops, hotels, laundromats, and other locations in the Southwest. They use public wi-fi hotspots to connect to the internet wirelessly. Their scams cover a whole range of internet fraud with one common link - they all depend on counterfeit checks and money orders. The payment processing clerk con is one of their favorites. They target people who want or need to work from home - retirees, single moms with kids, even people with disabilities. Once the person accepts the job as a payment processor, they're asked to open a checking account for the overseas business. In a few days a series of checks arrive from their customers. The new employee is told to deposit these checks, and once they've cleared, to wire ninety percent of the money to their employer. The clerk is told they can keep ten percent of the payments as their salary. When they check their available balance, the money is there. But actually it can take weeks for a check to clear or be discovered as counterfeit. But the ATM said that the funds were available. Yes, it did. At the time it was in there but in five or six days… If the person withdraws money during this period, then they become responsible for covering the bank's loss. But I've spent some of the money… We've seen victims lose tens of thousands of dollars on this type of scam. This job posting is nearly identical to the one we saw last week. Hey, if it's working, why change? There are thousands of new people who look at these "help wanted" postings every day. Where did you tell him you lived? Truth or Consequences. Priceless. OK, so what else we got on these guys, Derek? Well, first of all, they're not guys. Remember that last trace that we ran? An inspector went to the scene. Ran into a dead end. They got their room with a stolen credit card…fake names on the registration. But he spotted an ATM across the street, and we managed to get these photos. But these photos, they don't give us a whole lot to go on. You underestimate me. Another phone was used at three of the bandit’s locations. And this phone, it's not a prepaid cell phone. It's registered to a Becky Meyers of Key Largo, Florida. NCIC says she got a list of arrests for all kinds of petty stuff - everything from shoplifting to bad checks. OK, I'm impressed. Any idea who her friend is, Sherlock? Hey, man, I had to leave something for you guys to do, right? You're not calling one of the punks on that phone, are you? No, dope. I'm calling Mikey. I need to get some refills on those checks. Your boyfriend gives me the creeps. Whatever. You don't like any of my men. Besides, he's better than anybody we know with Photoshop. Look how legit these things look. I told you to stop flashing those! You're going to blow this whole deal! I'm going to blow this whole deal? There wouldn't be a deal if it wasn't for me! This sweet ride…my deal! Hardly! You and your boyfriend would still be passing bad checks for beer money at the Piggly Wiggly if it wasn't for me! Still, you've got to admit, Mikey's got good hands…and mad skills on that printer. So what did you turn up on Becky Meyers? Hey, I'll check you a little later. Thanks. According to her parole officer, her printer is a local loser named Michael Friedman. They've been an item since high school. He spends most of his time playing those multi-player games online, printing counterfeit checks, just as a way for him to keep the lights on. So who's playing "Thelma" to her "Louise?" Our best bet is another high school friend, Abbey Seals. She was a computer science major at FSU until she dropped out last year. Miami cops busted her on a DUI a few months back, Becky Meyers in the car. Almost violated her parole, but the judge cut her a break. So this Abbey Seals may have helped take their bad check racket high-tech? Looks like it. Trouble is, her PO says she's skipped. Hasn't check in in three months. That fits the timeline to our scams. But we stills can't actually connect them to any of the frauds, or any of the victims' wire transfers. Which brings us back to Brenda, from Truth or Consequences. Alright, do it. I'm on it. Oh, damn it! Stupid freaking woman! God! What is it? It's that woman from New Mexico, the teacher. Now she can't figure out how to send a simple wire transfer. She deposited those checks like two weeks ago. If she doesn't send the money soon, the bank's going to tip her off, and the whole thing is going to fall apart. How can one woman be so dense? Did she email you? No, we're chatting on IM. Oh wait, get this. She didn’t trust the guy at the wire service. Good god! Stupid broad took the money out in cash! Well, how much? Ninety percent. Almost thirty thousand dollars. You're kidding. Now what? Well, she's wants to meet in person so she can deliver it. Doesn't she think the company is located in Ireland? Yes, but remember? She thinks we have an office in Forth Worth. Yeah, OK, OK. No way in hell do we ever meet anyone in person. That's the rule, remember? Yes. Well we have to think of something else. Are you kidding me? Stupid hag could barely open the account. She's never going to brainstorm a wire transfer. And besides, the bank is going to call her any day now and tip her off. The money's going to walk. Then it walks. We never meet anyone in person. Time! What? Bull! Log off. No, No! What am I going to tell her? Come on. It's thirty grand! Tell her you'll call her later. Now log off, Becky. I mean it! They just logged off. She said she was going to call me on the phone. Do you think they bought it? I don't know. They've been playing it really safe. They might now be willing to risk a meeting in person. We better hope that they're getting greedy. If they keep using these web-based email services to open networks, limiting their access time, we're never going to be able to connect them to any of these "work at home" scams. Come on. Yeah. UC phone. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Caller ID says, "unknown." It's her. Yeah, trace that call. OK? Go. Hello? Hi there, Brenda? Oh, hello, dear. Hey listen, I was thinking that you really shouldn't come all the way to Forth Worth, especially carrying all that cash on you. We're concerned about our liability, because our insurance wouldn't cover it if anything happened to you. Oh, I just don't trust those wire services, dear. My father tried to wire money to my Uncle Benjamin once when he was having twin girls. And he tried to wire it to Tulsa, Oklahoma, but it went to another Benjamin in Kansas City. They didn't even have the same last name. Kansas City is nowhere near Tulsa. Yeah, I know where Tulsa is, Brenda. Hey, listen, my partner and I, we're going to be in your area. We're going to be looking at some land that we're considering. Why don't you at least let us meet you halfway there, you know, to save you some trouble. Oh, it's no problem, dear, to drive to Fort Worth. I have a half sister in Irving. I've been dying to see her miniatures collection. No, no, no, Brenda, really, I insist. Listen, Friday, let's meet at… You know what? Why don't we meet at Alamogordo. Do you know where Alamogordo is? Oh, certainly, dear. Everyone knows where Alamogordo is. That's where they tested the first atomic bombs in the 1940's. It was part of the Manhattan Project. That's a funny name, actually, as it was here in New Mexico and nowhere near New York. Well, that was really fascinating, Brenda. Well, listen, OK, Friday it is. I'll call you on your cell phone when we get there, like right around lunchtime. Of course, I'll bring you a receipt. Alright, well listen, Friday it is. I've got to go, Brenda. OK? Alright. Bye bye. Harmless. We'll meet her in the middle of nowhere, in and out, ten minutes, we're done. Less if I could get her to shut up for five seconds. Cake. I still don't like it. What if she's a cop? I swear, you must think I'm mental. Listen, I'll go in there, and I'll talk to her. You wait, out in the car. If something smells funny, we'll walk. Can't tie us to the phone calls, or the checks. Thank you. Did you get it? Yep. It's the same signature as the phone used to call the other victims. I'd like to see their lawyer explain that one. We're still going to need them to show up for the transfer in order to pick them up. I mean, by the time they do this trace, they could be a hundred miles from here. No problem, we'll pick them up on Friday. Aren't you kind of forgetting something? What? They're expecting a sixty-three-year-old named Brenda. It's after one. Look sharp, everyone. Possible suspect vehicle - white Ford Mustang, late model. We couldn't make the tags off the ATM photo. Location two, clear. Niece, they called you again? No, it's been forty-five minutes. She said they were running late. They'll be here. Our suspect is approaching, east side of the street. No sign of her partner. Bingo. Becky, dear. Brenda, I wasn't sure that was you. Sorry we're running late. It took a little longer to tour the property. Oh, that's fine, dear. I've just been sitting here enjoying my tea, and reading up on the history of this wonderful little town. Did you know that Robert Oppenheimer was almost convicted of being a traitor and a spy? Can you imagine? You look a lot younger than I expected. Oh, you're sweet, dear. OK, OK, Thelma's getting nervous. I don't think she's buying Niece's makeup. Find Louise, fast! I got her. She's parked just down from the war wagon - white Mustang in that alley. I'm on it, Lang. Watch my back. Everyone else cover Niece. Wait for my signal. I have the money right here. I put it in this bag. I didn't want to attract attention, you know. It's under my needle point. No, that's OK, Granny. You keep it. I'm giving you a raise. Federal Agent! You're under arrest! No! No, no, no! This is complete crap! It didn't touch that money. Police! Police! Freeze! Hands up! Hands up! Clear the door, folks, please clear the door. Thank you. Listen, everybody, thanks for your help. I need everybody outside. There's nothing else to see here. Thank you very much. Get up. Howie, she's all yours. Have a nice day. Did you have any trouble with her friend? Nah. She's already trying to pin the entire scam on Becky and her boyfriend. Yeah, she didn't take the bait. She's got several phony checks in her purse. Well, we're still going through the car, but so far, we've got lots of fake checks, prepaid cell phones, and your little friend Derek is going to have a field day with the laptops. Oh yeah, we got a whole lot of love letters from Mikey the printer. Can't wait to send in the Miami team. Did you recover any of the victims' moneys? Not a whole lot. About eight grand on them. Whole lot of neat toys and shwag from the shopping sprees though. Yeah, well at least they're off the street. Yeah, this time they're all looking at ten to twenty for mail fraud. You know, I've got to tell you. You look…ridiculous. I told you you weren't going to pass for sixty-three. What's the matter with you? Thanks to some solid police work and the efforts of the Technical Services Division, these two high-tech crooks are behind bars. Unfortunately, there are hundreds more of them out there, operating these scams from around the world. Remember, on the internet, these crooks can pretend to be anyone that they want. Often, they construct elaborate fronts to make them seem legitimate - fake websites, phony pictures, even references that can vouch for them. We refer to this as "the anonymity of the internet." But don't be fooled. There are very few legitimate jobs that allow you to work from your home, and none that involve processing checks or money orders. To avoid falling into these traps, remember these important tips. Number one: Never accept a check or money order for payment for any items if the check is greater than the amount owed to you. These so-called "overpayment scams" seem like a ticket to easy money, but usually leave the victim with an overdrawn account and empty pockets. Number two: Just because your ATM or bank statement says "funds available" doesn't mean that the check has actually cleared. By law, banks must make funds available to you in a few days. After that you can access the funds, but the check may not clear for weeks. Until the check does clear, you're legally responsible for the deposit, as well as any funds that you withdraw. Number three: Many lottery or sweepstakes frauds involve counterfeit checks. You receive a check for a portion of your winnings and are told to deposit it. You're then instructed to use a portion of these moneys to pay for taxes or fees, with a promise of even bigger winnings to come. Don't buy it. It may seem like easy money, but it will cost you big in the end. And lastly, don't forget your good common sense. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. There are no "get rich quick" schemes, and you can be sure that no one needs your help to transfer millions of dollars into or out of their country. Cops call these types of scams "419 fraud." They've been around for years, only now they've been updated for the information age. Play it safe, and log off on these fake check scams. For more information on how to avoid counterfeit check fraud, visit our website at www.fakechecks.org.

External Link: Behind the Badge: The U.S. Postal Inspection Service,   Transcripción en español

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 041 [The Bakugo Family]

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〈“So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never be never be anything but loud. And nitty-gritty, dirty little freaks, won’t you come on and raise your glass.” P!nk, “Raise Your Glass”〉

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Momo glanced at me with a nervous smile as we walked down the hallway. “Do you know what agency you’re gonna choose?”

I went to reply but stopped myself. If I tell her that I don’t know any of these heroes, it might raise too many questions that I’m too lazy to make up lies to. “Not a fucking clue. What about you?”

“I’m thinking about choosing Uwabami. She sent me an offer.”

“She sounds like a fucking thot, but ‘kay.”

She chuckled. “You always speak your mind. I like that about you.”

“Most people hate it. Just ask Aizawa.”

“Do you mind… if I call you Jen?”

“Eh?” I looked at her in surprise. Why is she askin’ me that? It’s not like I asked her if I could use her first name. I just did it because her last name gives me a fucking headache.

“S-Sorry!” She apologized, waving her hands frantically. “It’s totally okay if you don’t want me to!”

“I don’t mind. I was just surprised you asked.”

“Oh, I see!” Her face brightened and she clapped her hands together. “Thank you!” I don’t really get why it made her so happy, but I sent her a smile, listening to her talk about various things as we made our way into the cafeteria to get our food before sitting down at a deserted table near the center of the room. “I’m planning on going shopping this weekend, would you like to come with me?”

“Ew,” My nose wrinkled as I stabbed a chicken nugget with my fork. Yes, I am a literal child. “I hate shopping. Especially for clothes.”

Her smile faltered, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek. “A-Ah, I thought so, but I wanted to ask. What do you like, then? We’ve been classmates for a while, but… I don’t really know anything about you.”

“Tacos,” I responded instantly.

“That’s the one thing I definitely know,” she laughed. “Other than tacos?”

I scratched my cheek thoughtfully. What do I like? “Let’s see… Dr. Pepper is pretty dope. Cats are adorable as fuck. Video Games are fun, especially racing games. And, uhh… that’s it, I guess.”

She frowned, cupping her chin. “That’s not much to work with… I suppose I could ask father to turn guest room G into a gaming room.”

My eye twitched, the chicken nugget falling from my fork. Oh, honey, no no no. Momo, don’t tell me… you’re a rich bitch?! Well, I guess she doesn’t really act like one, though. At least I don’t get any Regina George vibes from her. Oh wait, maybe that’s why Reggian is so bitchy because his name is Regina. Heh, get rekt.

Momo continued to ramble on, clearly excited about the idea of a new project where she gets to design a gaming room. She also mentioned something about a cat cafe, but she was back to the game room before I could interject my thoughts. Well, as long as she’s happy, I guess.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Hmm? Who the fuck would be texting me right now? If Toshi or Zawa needed something, they know where I am. Maybe it’s that lazy ass Katsuki. Oh, no, he’s on the other side of the room yelling at Kirishima about something. Curious, I pulled the phone from my pocket, holding it under the table so I didn’t offend Momo. It was a new message from an unknown number. I wonder how wrong this can go.

✉ ‘If you want to learn the truth about your mother, choose Caraphernelia’s Hero Agency.’

My eyes narrowed. Because that’s not suspicious as fuck is it? I replied, ‘Who tf is this?’

✉ ‘I’m an old friend of your mother :)’

I scoffed quietly. This has to be a prank, right? It doesn’t seem like something Tosh or Zawa would do though, and Katsuki is the only other one that knows about my mom…

✉ ‘I can tell you all of her deepest, darkest secrets, one even All Might doesn’t know~ After all, some things a girl can only tell to her female friends, you know?’

✉ ‘You do want to learn about your mother and who you are… right?’

“Jen, is something wrong? You look kind of pale…” Momo frowned, reaching her hand out for my forehead. “You don’t have a fever,”

“Ah, yeah…” A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as I stood up, clearing my throat. “I’m feeling a bit, uhh, closed in so I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Finish eating, I’ll see ya in a bit.” I smiled, patting her shoulder before dumping my tray and heading from the room. Man~ what the fuck is with this shit? I don’t have the mental capacity to make my own decisions. Pretty sure I proved that multiple times in my life.

Like that one time when a rat got into my house when I was a kid. The neighbor’s cat followed it inside, still have no fucking idea how, and it had the poor thing cornered. Now, being an animal sympathizer, naturally my dumbass picked it up barehanded and got the shit bit out of my hand. Blood everywhere. Gramps was not happy.

Then there was the whole code name picking thing. That didn’t go over too well, but it’s not my fucking fault. Decisions are hard.

I rubbed my head in frustration. I do want to know more about my mom, though. I feel like… it’ll give me some closure or some shit. Right now, it kinda feels like the puzzle of my life up to this point is missing some pieces that can only be filled in with more info about her. What if this bitch actually knows why my mom decided to become a hero? What about my dad? Does this bitch have any idea who he might be?

I knew I would regret this, but before my brain could question my idiotic decision, I typed my reply, ‘I’ll do it.’

The dots appeared on the screen, indicating that a message was being typed. A minute passed by. Two. Five. My eye twitched. If this bitch don’t –

✉ ‘Is a burger a salad? What about cereal, is it a soup? Is cake really just a lasagna?’

What the fuck kinda drugs is this bitch taking?! This is why you don’t lick mushrooms, kids. Or frogs. Please don’t lick frogs.

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“Oi, tiger.”

I glanced over my shoulder, pausing just outside the school gate. “Yo, Katsuki~”

He didn’t stop walking, his shoulder bumping into mine as he passed by. “You’re coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Pretty sure I’m not,” I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I followed after him. “Pops says I’m not allowed to eat at stranger’s houses anymore.”

He ignored me, a scowl on his face. “My old hag won’t stop bitching at me about meeting you. I mentioned you one fucking time when you cheated at Needy Speedy and she won’t let it the fuck go.”

“I did not cheat, you just suck,” I responded. “And that honestly sounds like a you problem, so~ good luck with that.”

“My dad is making you tac -”

“Why the fuck didn’t you start with that, bro?” I threw my arm around his shoulder with a grin, feeling my stomach growling at the thought.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he deadpanned.

“Oh? Are we stating the obvious now? I love that game! My turn – you’re part chihuahua.”

“I’m not a fucking dog, you bitch!!”

I winched, pulling away and rubbing my poor ear. “I think my ear is bleeding…”

“Good!”

“You’re paying for my medical bills, chief.”

“Like hell I am! Go to hell!”

“I visit hell every summer. It’s a bit too warm for my tastes, but the people are pleasant.”

Katsuki groaned, slamming his hand to his face. “I hate you so goddamn much.”

“Love you, too, buddy.”

“Do not say that around my old hag! She’ll get the wrong idea!”

“Sure, sure.”

We finally arrived at his house and stepped inside, kicking our shoes off inside the doorway. Within seconds, a woman’s voice echoed throughout the house, sounding quite angry. “Damn it, Katsuki!! I told you to clean your room before you left for school this morning!” A woman rounded the corner and I swear on Wade Wilson, this woman looked like someone copy and pasted Katsuki but made him older and gave him tits. “Your teacher also called and told me that you didn’t choose a hero name yet! Knowing you, you probably chose something stupid and it got rejected!”

“Hah?! It wasn’t stupid, it was fucking brilliant!”

“Don’t you raise your voi -! Oh, hello.” Her voice immediately softened when her vermillion eyes landed on me, a bright smile replacing the annoyed expression. “I never thought I’d live to see the day my idiot son brought a friend home!” She clapped her hands together.

“I only brought her because you wouldn’t stop bitching about it!”

She grabbed the top of his head and forcefully shoved him down. “Don’t be rude! Introduce us!”

“You have mouths, don’t cha? Introduce your damn self, you hag!”

I laughed. Bro, watching these two go at it is like watching a pomeranian and a chihuahua barking at each other and slapping their paws on the ground! This is comedy feckin’ gold right here. I should film this… I can’t believe Katsuki is such a momma’s boy. This is perfect fucking blackmail, yo. “I’m Jen Winchester, Katsuki’s classmate, and best friend. I’m also the one that always beats him at video games.”

“You don’t beat me at shit!” He snapped angrily. “And don’t go declaring yourself my best friend, dumbass!”

Her eyes shined brightly. “It’s so nice to meet you, my name is Mitsuki Bakugo, Katsuki’s mother. Please come in, make yourself at home!”

I followed her into the living room, setting my bag down on the floor in front of the couch before sitting down. There were two brown couches facing each other, with a coffee table between them. Reminds me of the lounges at school.

“Do you drink tea?”

Katsuki scoffed, falling onto the couch across from me. “This dumbass only drinks cold tea.”

“Stop being rude, you little shit!” She snapped angrily before smiling at me. “I’ll bring you some iced tea, then!”

I waited until she was out of sight before turning to the blonde with a grin. “Your mom is cool as fuck.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do not tell her that, her head is big enough as it is.”

“Pretty sure that’s you, but okay.”

She returned a few moments later holding a tray in one hand and a large book in the other. Setting the tray down on the table, she set a glass of iced tea in front of me before giving herself and her son a cup of steaming tea. She settled down beside me, the navy blue book on her lap. The words ‘Photo Album’ was printed in gold, bold lettering in the top right corner.

Katsuki groaned at the sight of it. “Why the fuck are you like this?!”

“Because I’m your mother! It’s my job as a parent to embarrass my son.” She chirped happily before opening the book. “It’s nice to finally have someone to show these to!”

The first two pages contained pictures of her at the hospital, looking tired and sweaty, her skin glowing as she looked down at the newborn baby in her arms with a proud look on her face.

“Even as a newborn, he had a shitty look on his face.” She informed me with a smile. “The nurse was worried that we had given him a lemon!”

I laughed at that. “Gotta hand it to ’em, he’s consistent if nothing else.”

“That’s true!” She continued to flip through the pages, showing me pictures from his first few years of life. Pictures of him in the sandbox, him at the beach, him wearing an All Might onesie – oh my fucking god that’s adorable. I noticed a couple pictures of him and Izuku, but I chose not to comment on them.

My eyes fell on one image in particular. It was him and Zuku in the park playing soccer together. They looked around three or four years old and they looked… happy together. My brow furrowed as I took in their innocent expressions. From this picture, they look like they were pretty good friends back then. I know people grow apart, but… is it really that simple? I know Zuku still cares about Katsuki, but does he feel the same way somewhere deep down?

“This one was taken the day his quirk manifested. He started to act so smugly after that.” She pointed to a picture of Katsuki standing outside his preschool, small explosions appearing in his palm. He definitely looked smug in that picture. “Oh and look at this one! He had just gotten this All Might figure and bath bomb and he wanted to try them out. So cute, don’t you think?”

“D-Don’t fucking show her that!” Katsuki jumped up, throwing his hands over the page, his cheeks and ears turning red.

She scowled at him. “And why not? A best friend should know these things!”

“S-She’s not my best friend, you damn hag!”

“You’re going to hurt her feelings! Apologize!”

“I’d rather die!”

“That can be arranged!!”

I watched them argue back and forth, sipping my tea in amusement. The front door opened and closed, followed by a soft-spoken male voice, “I’m back.” A kind-looking man with spikey brown hair and eyes framed by black, square glasses stepped into the living room, several plastic bags in his hands.

Mitsuki smiled brightly, setting the album on the table before approaching him and taking the bags from his left hand. “This is my husband, Masaru.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled, rubbing his free hand on his jeans before holding it out to me.

I stood up, slipping my hand into his. “You, too. My name’s Jen Winchester, Katsuki’s classmate.”

Katsuki’s vermillion eyes snapped to me and narrowed, but he remained quiet, now sitting on top of the photo album.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” Masaru questioned softly. “Katsuki said you love tacos, so we’ll be having them for dinner.”

I instantly nodded with a wide grin. “Yes, thank you for having me!”

He chuckled, sending me a closed-eye smile before following his wife into the kitchen.

Katsuki’s still glaring at me. “What did I do this time?”

He grunted, folding his arms over his chest. “You didn’t introduce yourself as my best friend, idiot.”

“Oh, you’re right. Lemme fix that,” I started toward the kitchen but he grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me backward with a groan.

“Get your fucking bag, we’re going upstairs before she gets the second album.”

“There’s a second album?”

“There’s ten…”

“Oh lawd,” I did as he asked, following him up the stairs and into his room, which was pretty basic surprisingly. A double bed sat against the back wall under the window, while a desk sat against the left wall, holding some books and a laptop. Various weights and dumbells littered the floor on the right, and several pieces of dirty clothes were scattered across the room. “Katsuki, why is there a sock on the ceiling fan?”

“I threw it at the old hag and it missed.”

“Guess it’s a good thing you don’t play basketball, huh.”

“Fuck off.”

Directly to the right of the door was a flat-screen TV with a gaming system and a stack of games that were tilted slightly to the left. In the center of the room was a low, square table.

“It’s actually not as messy as I figured it would be,” I commented, plopping down onto his bed and grabbing the remote off the bedside table.

He rolled his eyes, flopping down at the table with his back to the bed. “Did you choose yet?”

I paused my channel flipping, glancing at him as he looked over his offers. “Actually, yeah.” Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pulled up the messages and rested the device on his shoulder.

He was quiet as he read them, but then his face twisted into a scowl. “You’re such a dumbass. You’re not fucking choosing this bitch, it’s obvious it’s a scam.”

“I mean, probably.” I scratched my cheek, ignoring his look. “But if there’s a small chance it’s not, I can finally get answers, ya know?”

“Or you could fucking die.”

I grinned, leaning forward to poke his cheek. “D’aww, does Katsuki care about me~?”

He smacked my hand away and turned his head, but the tips of his ears were turning pink. “As if! I don’t give a fuck what you do!”

“What about you? Who are you choosing?” I hummed.

“The number four hero, Best Jeanist.” He grinned. “I’m gonna use him to reach the top!”

“Best Jeanist? The fuck is wrong with you people and your shitty hero names?”

His eyes narrowed. “My fucking names were great!”

I chuckled, raising the remote again only to pause as something caught my attention. I upped the volume on the TV and the news anchor’s voice filled the room, “Just a few days earlier, pro hero Ingenium was left mortally wounded after facing off against the infamous hero killer in Hosu city. To date, the hero killer has killed seventeen pro heroes and left twenty-three hurt beyond recovery. His current whereabouts are unknown, but police are -”

I muted the TV, swallowing hard. “O-Oi, ain’t Ingenium Iida’s older brother?”

“Yeah…” he breathed out, his wide eyes meeting mine.

“The hero killer… Stain…”

“He’s the one that killed your mom, didn’t he?”

“That’s what I was told, yeah.” I muttered. “This explains why Iida’s been acting so fucking weird. I think Izuku is right to be worried…”

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Breathe, baby, breathe... A Thorki fanfiction by Magalona

Hello everyone ! Been busy for a while, here is chapter 8 ! Enjoy !

Chapter 8

Loki had been in a blank for several minutes before his heart finally came back to a normal rhythm. It had felt like a crazy machine-gun and a coming asthma crisis was showing its ugly head.

He had grabbed his medicine and willed himself back to full control. It had felt almost impossible.

His first reaction had been to think about Thor, to phone him. But he was afraid now of staying in his own room. It was soiled, now. Degraded. He didn't feel safe in it anymore.

The fact that someone, anyone, could have taken a picture of him and Thor while… Who ? WHO ?! Who could do such an utter, disgustingly intrusive thing ? Who could send it like that as if it was so casual ? Who could act this way and hope not to get caught ever ?

Loki felt lonely and vulnerable. As raped as he used to be when Tony had abused him.

And Thor was the only redeeming thing in his mind.

He grabbed his laptop, terrified that anyone could see it. It was absurd as mails could be so easily tracked down. He didn't care, he didn't think. He needed Thor, that was the only thing for sure.

He had driven like a madman though he was in a residential area. He almost hit Mrs. Bachman's crazy dog. The woman was a hag but her dog was fun. This rang an alarm bell in Loki's head that he was going insane and dangerous. He had to get things back under control or do something he would always regret...

Arrived at Thor's door, he scared Mrs. Odinson who thought he was having a panic attack right on her doorstep (which he was actually). She screamed her son's name and Thor came in seconds, grabbed Loki and made him sit on the sofa. Looking in Loki's eyes, he knew they needed to be alone. He calmly asked to his mom to leave, that he would deal with Loki himself. Mother and son communicated on an almost telepathic level. She knew it was bad but that Thor would make it alright.

And if he couldn't, he would be sensible enough to call her for help.

Yet, the sight of Loki, looking tinier and fragile as ever in her son's big arms was not very reassuring.

****

It appeared Thor had received exactly the same photo. He had tried to trace back the mail only to be lost in a dead alley of false accounts and phony computers. Thor wanted to crash the bloody device. To hunt and kill the perverse peeping tom that turned his brave and dignified Loki into a terrified pile of hysterical jell-o.

His love. His bleeding, terrified heart who'd been through so much already and was now back into hell head first.

“Thor, I am so sorry, so sorry...” Loki babbled pacing Thor's bedroom up and down. “So sorry to drag you into all this, you don't deserve this. But who ? Who the hell did this ?! I was sure everything was locked up and now... How could anyone …? Oh god ! Oh God ! It's my goddamn fault !”

Thor had to grab him and pull him to his chest as he used to each time Loki was nervous or worried or in need of a hug. Loki was badly breathing and if Thor was not taking back control of the situation it would be back to the hospital for Loki. But even in this firm and protective embrace, Loki was still raving and ranting like a madman and shaking like a leave.

“I can't” He whined. “I can't do this anymore ! I just can't ! You should run away, Thor, you should leave me. I won't mind ! I'll deal with it but, please, I'm a wreck and don't get involved more than you already are, I'll destroy you ! I'll drag you down ! That's not what I want, but it is going to happen ! I will and I ...”

“LOKI, I LOVE YOU AND SHUT UP JUST FOR ONE SECOND !”

That did shut Loki up. He remained there, mouth opened and eyes huge, almost panting and wheezing. Thor was really sorry for raising his voice in such a time but he had no time to loose and major damage control to do.

He grabbed the pale face in his both hands and looked straight in the big green lights. He wanted his point to be crystal clear.

“I love you, you hear me ? I'm not expecting you to love me back and I'm okay with it. And it's okay if you don't or won't. But I still love you and I am certainly not going to run away like a coward.”

He was real close to Loki's face almost to the point of kissing him but he wouldn't do it before Loki understood how serious he was.

“We're in it together, we'll face it together. Do you know why it was sent ? The real reason besides freaking us out like crazy ? “

Loki shook his head to a negative response.

“They want to make us part. I've already seen that happened to a girlfriend of mine and her own girl lover. They spy on us, find us disgusting and try to terrorize us 'for our own good'” Thor made the quotation marks with his hands. “So that we fit back 'into the right tracks'” He mimicked the marks again and then grabbed Loki's neck in a more gentle gesture. “I love you. I am staying with you. I will fuck your brains out right here and now if necessary and then fuck you again until the whole neighborhood hear us and see us rutting like animals and you coming like a space rocket.”

Loki went red. The idea of public sex and “coming like a space rocket” was a brutal erotic change from his total despair. It both aroused and scandalized him.

“So.” Thor continued in a calmer tone. “I am not going to leave you. Not now. Whoever send that crap would be so happy if I did. It would show them they were right about us. We stick together, baby. Now, more than ever.”

They let a minute of silence pass by. Loki felt as if he could breathe again. He could breathe forever with Thor's warm hands on his neck. He closed his eyes and Thor took advantage to give him a very sharp and demanding kiss.

Loki could finally sigh out of relief and safety in Thor's arms.

“Feeling better, baby ?” asked Thor, while still holding Loki on his chest and gently rocking him.

“Mmh-mmh.” Loki nodded.

Loki felt again Thor's heart on his. Its soft and deep rhythm, once again, soothing Loki's own. He felt heavy and drained out on Thor's shoulder, his head resting on his boyfriend, his anchor, his lover... They remained silent and content in each other's embrace.

Thor thought Loki might have dozed off when he heard words spoken so low they were almost inaudible.

“I love you, too...” Loki murmured. “I do...”

Minutes later, Mrs. Odinson spotted her son carrying his boyfriend up the stairs like a groom, his bride.

Seconds only after they locked themselves in the room, (she was displeased hearing the click of the lock) she heard a characteristic sound. The regular bumping of a headboard, indicating to all asunder that her eldest son was indulging himself into bedroom “activities” with his boyfriend. In her house, right in the middle of the day, while she was still present and just before her other children came back from school. She didn't know which one of these big no-nos infuriated her the most.

Yet, hearing a faint aerial moan that didn't come from her son's mouth and knowing what was going on for them both, she chose to say nothing.

Because, right here and now, that probably what they needed.

****

They had remained naked in bed until they heard Thor's younger brothers joyous chatting down the hall. Usually, hearing his brothers coming home from school was a happy sound to Thor. Now it was just remembering him that there was a real world outside his bedroom and that it was beckoning. A frigging bore.

Loki had to wake up and they had to get dressed. They couldn't allow any of Thor's under aged siblings to see his naked boyfriend. The Odinson's house was a rather open-minded one but there was definitely limits where minors were concerned.

Plus, Thor and Loki had to have a conversation with Thor's parents. And it wasn't going to be agreeable...

A few minutes later, after greetings the kids, helping them to cookies and milk with Thor's Mom, Mr. Odinson was back from the office. He was a little surprise to see Loki so late in the evening. He had just left Loki's Dad and told Loki so, smiling. He realized that his wife, son and son's boyfriend looked paled and worried and that Loki didn't want to talk about his dad at all...

The four of them waited until each boy settled in their respective rooms (Thor had his own but his siblings were divided into two bedrooms), doing their homework or playing games, and had the conversation.

Thor was red and Loki even redder when they had to show the picture to Otto...

They felt raped.

Otto considered it without a word and muttered a curse under his breath.

“This is bad, boys.” He finally said. “Judging from the angle the picture was taken, that person was very close to Loki's window. Enough to have a very clear view. It could even be a drone...”

“Maybe.” Loki added. “But the tree under my window is rather large and easy to climb. I've thought about it. He could have hid in the higher branches without the neighbors or us seeing or hearing anything. A drone would have been spotted...”

“Either way.” Said Mrs. Odinson. “This is a highly dangerous person and we should call the police !”

Loki blanched.

“No ! Please ! We can't”

“Loki...” Mr. Odinson started.

“NO !” Loki brutally cut, desperate. “You don't know how these people are ! If they knew... You don't know my family !”

Mr. and Mrs. Odinson gave Loki a look that clearly meant they had a perfect picture of who his parents were.

“Loki...” Pursued Mrs. Odinson. “Believe me, we don't want our son's privacy and yours exposed like this but... This is a crime ! You are both in danger ! What if...”

“NO ! NO ! NO !!!” Loki screamed and held his head with both hands.

The police. The officers smirking and making disgusting comments on Loki and Thor together. Laughing at him and Thor and their parents. Spitting at everything that was good and pure in his life, everything that was Thor and him...

“Please...” He softly begged. His breath was becoming ragged again. He couldn't bear it anymore...

Thor, tears in his eyes, came to him and held him.

“Please, Mom...” Thor said. “We need to think. We cannot go to the police like that... At least, not before Loki and I had talked to Loki's parents.”

Loki raised his head and looked at Thor with monstrous eyes.

“You cannot...” He breathed.

Thor held his head in his own hands, the same way he did earlier in the afternoon.

“Baby, we need to file a claim ASAP. But we need to tell your parents first. I don't want them to know about us like this, right in front of the cops and seeing the picture unprepared. We need to get out of the closet, baby, we cannot hide anymore, even if we wanted to...”

Loki was literally falling apart.

“They'll throw me out.” He murmured. “They couldn't stand the shame of having a gay son... They'll ruin your parents for good measure.”

“Not that I wouldn't be glad to be back in Houston...” Shrugged Otto. Freya nodded. This little incident had cut their enthusiasm for the place.

“Baby...” Thor started.

“They'll cast me out... And college hasn't even started yet ...” Loki was ashamed to sound so whiny. But it was the entire truth. Larry and Nathalie would throw him out of the house the minute he would have pronounced the G-word and he would be left to care for himself all alone.

“Look, dearie,” Freya interrupted. “If this came to happen, you would be welcome into this family. It is not the first time we would have helped someone in this situation.”

Indeed, when one of Thor's classmates turned out to be gay and had tried to tell his parents only to be thrown out of his own house, Freya and Otto had taken him in for a while. The boy's grandfather had then intervened, publicly disowned the shameful parents and taken the boy  in New York to live with him.

Loki was surprised but it wasn't really reassuring.

“Baby, look, let's wait a bit, okay ? Until we graduate and go to college. There is only a month left. Until then, we'll find a way and be careful. You good ?”

Loki agreed. He knew they were buying time but it was better than to go right here and now publicly and ruin everything. He nodded. This was only running away.

But the alternative sounded even worse than a stalker harassing them.

Otto and Freya remained silent but shared a grim look that clearly expressed what they felt.

*****

Loki had spent hours examining the picture. It had been taken one of these afternoons when the house was empty. It was very bright, meaning that the weather had been very good this day. Yet it didn't help about the moment it was taken for the sun had been up and shiny for a long while. As they were naked, Loki had no indication about what they were wearing that day that could have helped. A rather fresh bruise the shape of a pear on Thor's thigh, the result of an accidental blow during training, indicated yet that the photo was fairly recent, maybe a week old. The bruise had just started fading.

But apart from that, there was no clue whatsoever...

A drone, Freya Odinson had suggested. It sounded too much like a spy novel to Loki. He was quite sure, judging from the picture, that the perpetrator had taken it from the big branch, close to his window. Loki had climbed that tree so many times, when he was younger, he knew all the good places to hide there and see everything. He used that same branch to spy on his brothers when his room used to be theirs before his parents built an extension to the house.

Loki had not so many suspects. He was quite sure him and Thor had been extra careful. Thor might have enemies. He was popular, he was very much liked, he was kind, fun and talented. He could have attracted jealousy. Loki laid his money on someone on the football team. Except that none would have been bright enough to come to all this trouble... The harassing part, however... But how could have they planned the computer blurring ? Loki snorted. He wasn't sure they even knew how to type correctly...

Concerning Loki ? Could it be that he had “enemies” ?

In the tiny, puny world of the rich neighborhood kids, compared to his brothers, or even to Tony or Thor, Loki didn't weigh much. He was the “weird one,” “the nerd”, the haughty little genius no one appreciated nor liked. As Loki had had a Gothic period, he had been rumored to be a satanist during middle school. It hadn't helped making him a better reputation.

Yes, despised, he was. Feared ? Maybe. Detested enough to be bullied ? Probably. But to elaborate such a complicated plan ? Loki's worst opponents used to prefer the “direct approach,” punching him in a discreet location. Or, defeat him publicly in some scholar competition for the ones who actually had a brain. Which was the only tactic Loki had some respect for. But stalking ? None of the more intelligent ones had a taste for this undignified kind of things. Loki had to grant them that. They had the means and the nous but not the evil. The others might have said evil and the means but certainly not the nous...

So none was fitting the profile. It had to be someone with tools and sufficient gray cells, time on his hands and money. Loki had a tendency to agree with Thor. It wasn't someone who had a grudge either with Thor or Loki. Whoever he (or she, it definitely could be a she...) was, he (or she) hated them both and wanted them apart, or ruined or whatever...

Actually there was someone who perfectly fitted the profile.

Yet, in remembrance of whatever they had together, Loki couldn't bear it the idea that he could be him. He hoped against all hopes that this person wasn't that vile, that hateful to do something so disgusting...

Loki thought for a while, then took a deep breath and dialed Tony's number.

*****

They were in Loki's room, standing against each other. There had been much yelling but they had finally calmed down. Tony was massaging his temples. He looked seriously distressed and outraged at the accusation but Loki wasn't sure of anything anymore.

“For the last time, Loki, IT. WASN'T. ME ! You really think I could be such a goddamn coward ?!”

Loki gave him a significant look.

“Okay, okay...” Conceded Tony. “I am a coward for many reasons, I admit it. But not for this Loki, I swear !”

Loki glared at him.

“I swear ! Yes, I regret what I did to you, what I did to my girl... I lost you both and I have to live with that. But this ?! What would be the purpose of this ?!”

Loki shrugged.

“I don't know, take a pick ! Revenge against me, against Thor, against us both ? Trying to get Thor to dump me and then  playing the white knight in his shiny armor to win me back...”

Tony made a weird expression Loki immediately recognized.

“You thought about it...”

“Yes.” Tony quickly said. “Yes, I admit I thought about ways to send Johnny Football Hero away so I could have a chance to have you back. But not this, Loki, I swear ! And anyway, I abandoned any plans quite fast... I mean... You and him ? Joined at the hip practically. There is not one shred of a chance for me concerning you.”

He opened his hands as a gesture of good faith.

“It's true, Loki. I am not doing an 'I-am-a-different-person' crap on you. I am being sincere for once. I might be capable of many nasty things but this ?” He pointed towards the infamous photo. “This is pure shit. I don't want to be part of anything like this. I have my pride ! At least, give me that.”

Loki pondered this for a bit and then nodded. Something in Tony's tone was unusual. Something that sounded like the truth. He chose then to believe Tony.

“Look.” Tony said again rising up. “As a proof of my good faith, let me do this for you. I will chase down that mail and found where it had been sent and even written. You know I have the capacities for it...”

That was right, Tony's father had made a fortune working with the army and other high-level services.

“Okay...” Loki softly said. “Anything you can learn.”

Tony sighed and looked at Loki straight in the eyes. It had a feeling of definite goodbyes.

“You know, I really tried...”

“Tony, please...”

“No seriously... If Johnny and you, you don't... well...”

“Get out, Tony !”

Loki ushered him out without real anger and they parted on good terms.

*****

One week passed. Only three left before graduation and the final announcement. Loki was rehearsing it, trying to find the right approach to say to your mom and dad that you like to screw boys.

It would be a hell raiser...

Loki was dallying, trying to avoid the truth. Praying that the creep had forgotten about them both. Hoping against all hope that it would come to an end in itself.

As if.

Yet nothing had happened and still no news from Tony. It was straining. Like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The worst being that, despite all their determination not to change anything in their lives, Loki and Thor were less carefree and seeing each other less often, less privately. Maybe, the fact of the big season match didn't help. Thor was totally immersed in it. He had given a sad little smile of apology to Loki across the field during training. Loki had smiled back. He missed Thor badly but he understood.

He felt lonely now, though. And fed up, big time.

Every time something good happened to him, lo and behold, it was ruined by fate or humankind. He was sick and tired of it. He felt like a terrified rabbit waiting for the hunter to show up and shoot and probably, that was what the stalker hoped him to be.

He wanted to stop waiting like a martyr for the next blow. He wanted to take action and strike back. His only hope was Tony. Only he could give him a clue.

In the meanwhile he was sad and lonely.

One night, he was browsing for a research paper, his heart heavy when he heard a rattling on the window. He almost had a heart attack, thinking that the stalker had finally climbed the tree to  invade his bedroom.

It was Thor, standing on the big branch like Robin Hood on Maid Marian's balcony, grinning like a fool his usual dashing smile.

Loki opened his window, both wanting to kiss or smash the fool.

“What are you doing here ? You'll be spotted for a thief !”

“Am I not a thief ? I have come to steal a kiss !”

“Stop joking, you idiot !” Loki was angry saying that but his heart was fluttering just the same.

Nonetheless, he kissed his lover while trying not to make him lose his balance.

“Three weeks left, my love, and we're out of all of this...” Thor murmured.

“Three weeks left...” Nodded Loki. “I love you.”

And then Thor disappeared in a rustling of leaves. As discreet as an evening breeze. Loki felt better than he had in ages.

Despite the vague feeling of being observed... Except that there was no one around.

*****

The following morning was a sunday and nothing new occurred. Loki was wondering how he was going to spend the day and whether Thor could be free from training.

He was idly looking at the view from his mother's living room when his phone rang. He had hoped for Thor but it was Tony. Loki grimaced, he was not ready for that yet. He answered. He had to.

“Tony ?”

“Listen, Loki.” Tony's muffled voice came. “I managed to track it down. It wasn't easy at all, the bastard's a tricky one but I used unusual means so ...”

Loki rolled his eyes. Trust Tony Stark to show off and not to care about wasted time.

“Anyways, long story short, I found something... And it's not good...”

Loki was about to ask question when an angry voice shouted from up the stairs.

“Loki ! Come here right now !”

His father. He was in his office and his yelling unabled Loki to understand what was being said.

“Tony, I gotta go ! Talk to you later !” Loki was furious to reject Tony like that but he couldn't hear and deal with his father in the same time. While he was jumping up the stairs, he still heard Tony's voice.

“Loki ! Wait ! The mail ! It's from your home ! It came from your place !”

Loki had no time to ask Tony what he was talking about.

He was standing in his father's office, Larry Laufeyson was holding his laptop, his face violet with rage, his eyes bulging, almost ready to crack and break down. Loki turned instantly into stone, seeing the screen.

“What the fuck is this fucking shit !?” Screamed his father at the top of his lungs.

On the screen was the photograph of him and Thor and Loki couldn't help in this utter disaster to think that Thor was indeed handsome. Everything was lost anyway, so why not indulge in Thor's image one last time ?

Above the picture was the flashing, blood-red caption...

FAGGOTS. FAGGOTS. FAGGOTS.